"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 wake up to the smell of seggsy time filling the air.
I awaken to Demi's large arms enveloping my body.
"Demi!" I mumble as he wakes up, smirking at me.
Freak times one hundred.
"Did you enjoy?" he asks.
I glance at my naked body and blush intensely.
"I'm so tired and sore," I laugh, not wanting to acknowledge the obvious.
He puts on his underwear and carries me to the bathroom, starting a hot bath for me.
"Bubbles?" he asks, and I nod in excitement.
I hop in, and he massages my shoulders as I start to feel sleepy.
"Tell me," I whisper.
"About what, Val?"
"What did my mother do to you?" I blurt out.
"She hurt me and Mateo," he states firmly.
He continues massaging me, but his eyes seem distant.
"When you weren't around, perhaps for homeschooling or busy playing with your dolls, your mother needed inspiration and saw my brother and me," he laughs, as though this is a positive memory.
"However, when you came back to see us, you brought peace. I wanted to come to your house, knowing the consequences."
"It was better than the hell that was my own household," he states, I look at him and kiss his forehead.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't," he replies, and I bite my lip reluctantly.
"Story time's over. Enjoy your bath," he says, placing shampoo on my head, and I groan in response.
"Why?" I shout.
"Because the rest is history," he concludes.
I looked up at him, defeated by the stubbornness in his eyes. I wish I were a six-foot-tall man with muscles; then, he would listen to me.
If I were a man, the first thing I would do is measure my, ahem, "ding dong"; it is one hundred percent larger than average.
Demi washes my hair, and eventually, I feel less sore. He kisses my cheek, and I snuggle into him with a bathrobe on.
"I wish you had never married my idiot of a brother," I laugh and playfully push him.
"You should've argued that you wanted me!" I grin, and he kisses my jaw.
"I couldn't do that; your father owed our family, and since I no longer carry the Capo name symbolically, it wasn't up to me," he explains.
I bite my lip in acknowledgment. I wish it were Demetrius.
