"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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A/N- abuse and violence
"Tell me," I demand. Demetrius merely laughs and flicks my nose.
He finds my lack of memory a joke. I'm a joke; it's official.
Call me a clown. Honk, I guess.
I'm heading to bed, letting the duvet take me in as Demi lays beside, typing away on his laptop.
I shut his laptop.
"I'm working," he states firmly.
I shrug with sass. I want my answers.
"I heard what Mateo said." I can't even repeat what he said. Disgust attacks my throat.
Seemingly, everything has been a lie. Well, except him.
Demetrius has been honest with me, and though I've struggled to trust him, I know his intentions are only good.
"Valentina, you have to trust me," he explains as he holds my hands.
"I do," I smile softly. He kisses my head, and it looks as though a burden has fallen off his back.
"Let me tell you a bedtime story."
"I'm not six."
"You sure?" He replies with sass.
"Where did Mr. Grumpy Pants go?"
"The moment you returned back to me."
Heat attacks my face. I can never be mad at him; his smile, his words—they all make me feel so giggly.
"Do you want your answers or not?" He raises an eyebrow.
I nod like a crazy person; he pulls me in for a kiss and contemplates for a second.
"There were these two boys who grew up in a scary world where people were dying beside them."
"Their father was very mean and hurt anyone for any excuse," he adds.
I interlace my fingers into his as he explains.
"The boys' mother, however, was a home to them. She was sweet and kind, doing her best to protect her sons from the world they were born into."
"However, the father was friends with another rich man who was involved in the mafia," he adds.
I nod and bite my lip hard.
"Don't bite your lip," he demands. I look at him and furrow my eyebrows.
"Or else I'll end up doing it for you," he mumbles as he pulls my shirt towards him.
"Stop changing the topic," I hiss.
He laughs and pulls me in for a kiss and a grumble each time.
However, instead of giving him what he wants, I kiss back hard. I've learned a few things from Demi; he likes a challenge, and I'll give him anything but that.
