Tattooed On You

XII: Two to Two

Silence fills the room as Hero closes the door. We don't speak, I'm even holding my breath so I can hear Felix walk down the stairs as clearly as possible. I don't want to walk out here and find him in the hallway still. When I'm absolutely sure he's gone down the stairs, Hero turns around and I'm able to let some air into my lungs.

"I should go," I let him know, pushing him aside so I can reach the doorknob.

"Yeah?" He raises his eyebrow, his hand moving to my hip. "You sure you don't need me to make you come again?"

I roll my eyes, ignoring my body that heats and screams yes at his question. "No. I don't need you to make me come. If I'd wanted to come, I could perfectly handle it myself, thank you."

"But where's the fun in that, sweets?" He turns me by my hip, his hand landing on my behind where he squeezes as he stands much closer to me, almost nose to nose.

His scent and his low, rich voice are so fucking intoxicating, it hard to stand my ground. I'm torn every moment of every day, the question if I -if we- should just do it always lingering in my mind.

"It would be enough to take off the edge," I tell him honestly, putting my hand on his arm so I can stop him from touching me. "I need some time. And I need to think. You've hardly given me answers and it annoys the shit out of me."

At this, he moves his finger and thumb over his eyebrows as he sighs. "It's because they know," he then says, quite monotone.

"What?" Who are they? What do they know?

"Mercy. Chanti. They know I want to fuck you. They know you do shit to me and I guess that's why they act like that. I mean, Mercy definitely. She's friends with T and I guess she doesn't like it because of that. Chanti probably feels awkward about it." He shrugs as he, for once, just plain tells me what's going on.

"Why on earth did you tell them that?" I rub my eyes, wondering how the hell I got into this position in the first place. Oh right, it was because I thought it was a good idea to live with three fucking London roadmen.

"Look, I didn't tell them with that many words. Not my sister anyway because that shit would be weird. I just told her about you in general and then T talked to her about what happened last night with Sandro and this morning with the blueberries. Mercy called me before we went to the football club, asking me about it. I kept things low but she's not crazy. As for Chanti, she's cool. Like genuinely, I think she's the only bird that actually fucks me because she wants to fuck, not because she wants more."

The amount of information thrown my way baffles me, but it does put some things in perspective. If Mercy and Tianna are friends, I get why she's pissed at me. If this was Mia and Connor was my brother and...- Jesus, I don't even know.

But after all this information there's only one question on my tongue. "If you know they want more with you and you clearly don't, why do you keep fucking them?"

And just like that, an almost sinister grin plays around his lips. One that, given his thick eyebrows, full lips, and green, clear eyes, he masters incredibly well. "Because I like it when they think I'm into them too. I like it when they are on call for me. And I like it most when I can cancel them when I've had enough of them. The tears they shed for me, because I won't fuck them anymore..," he whistles, the thought obviously pleasing him. " It's the chaise that thrills, but it's equally as much the dump for me."

Wow. And here I was thinking he was just too boyish and not ready for commitment yet.

"That's fucked up." I shake my head, a frown forming as anger rises too. "That's why you want to fuck me? Because you hope that I'll fall in love head over heels and you can then ditch me to fuck the next bird on your list? Because Jesus fuck, Hero, that won't happen. I won't ever let you come close enough to have the power to force one tear out of me. As a matter of fact, the only one that'll shed a tear once we are done is you."