"Kiss me." He picks me up and kisses me again.
His hands on my waist, my hands in his hair and my lips all over him.
I think I don't have a crush anymore.
I think i'm in love.
We break the kiss and he looks at me, "I'm so fucked aren't I my Val?"
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I think Demetrius actually likes me.
Last night, he acknowledged my existence and even used manners, which for a man like him seems unthinkable. His ego is as big as the sky.
I spent the morning in the art room, and I'm pretty sure I could be the next Van Gogh—just take away the whole ear-cutting situation, and boom, I'm him. If I were a guy, I'd be so sexy and perfect.
"We're almost done, Hanzo. Just stand there and look pretty."
"Perfect, because that's all I do!" he grins proudly.
I roll my eyes and continue to paint. Somehow, I got paint on my face, but a quick wash will fix it. Eventually, I finish and show Hanzo the piece.
"Marry me," he screams dramatically, and I laugh hysterically as a small tear escapes his eye.
Looking at the painting, I realize... I'm not so bad. I could sell this. *Could*.
I shake off the self-doubt and hug Hanzo tightly. He hugs me back until we hear a sudden cough.
"Hanzo, get out."
Hanzo smirks and walks out. I'm not oblivious—I know Hanzo loves annoying Demetrius, and honestly, it's pretty funny. I might join in too.
"Hanzo's great at hugs!" I grin.
"Yeah, and he's great at being an asshole, too," Demetrius argues, his voice filled with irritation.
His fist tightens, veins becoming prominent, and I *should* look away, but my eyes keep wandering.
"He's an absolute sweetheart," I counter.
"Hanzo is a selfish piece of shit," Demetrius responds, taking a step closer, his anger flaring.
"Sounds like someone's jealous," I tease, raising an eyebrow.
I go on my tiptoes, squeeze his shoulders, and whisper, "I give hugs out for free, just ask."
I walk off, leaving him in the room glaring at the painting. Inside, I'm mentally dancing.
The rest of the day passes without a sight of Demetrius, but Hanzo sticks around like usual.
"You know, last night I got Demetrius to use manners," I declare proudly.
"Damn, what did you two get up to last night?" Hanzo nudges me, and my face flushes pink.
There's so much tension between Demetrius and me, and it's strange given the circumstances. I'm still married, and I don't want to hurt Mateo. He's done nothing wrong... *I think*.
"Excuse you, it was just some baking," I say, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Don't act like I didn't see you staring at his veiny hands," he teases.
