Little Lamb

22 ❦ spoiled brat

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Why didn't I just kiss him again?
His soft, beautiful lips were right there, and I could have—God, I wanted to.
I wanted it so badly, to kiss the man who had taken me, who tormented me.

It was sick and twisted, but I've always been drawn to sick and twisted things.
I'm already broken, so why not break myself a little more for him?

A plate of breakfast sat beside me on the nightstand, waiting for me to dig in.

I despised how restless my night had been, unable to find any real sleep. The discomfort from my injury made it impossible to settle.
The bandage was wrapped so thick and tight around my thigh, it almost felt like Riggs had done it on purpose, determined to keep me from bleeding again.

I ate my breakfast, after a bit a soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts.
"Come in." I called.

Riggs appeared at my door, and there was a glint in his eyes that I found unexpectedly appealing. He looked different today, dressed in a black sweater that concealed his usual well defined abs, though his broad shoulders and strong arms were still clearly visible.

And oh.my.god a part of me wanted to sink my teeth into that man.

"Good morning," he said calmly.
"Ready for a shower?"

I gave a playful roll of my eyes. "Finally. I've been waiting. I feel so dirty." I quickly got out of bed and gathered my things

He led me to the bathroom. "I'll be right outside," he said, leaving me alone with my thoughts as he stood just outside the door.

I took my time in the shower, enjoying the solitude and the soothing heat of the water. It was a rare luxury, and I let myself linger, losing track of time. After what felt like an eternity, I heard Riggs's voice through the door.
"You done in there?"

I hurried to finish up, wrapping myself in a towel and dressing quickly. As I emerged, he was waiting with a slight smirk. His eyes swept over me, lingering just a second too long.
"I didn't realize we were giving princess treatment today," Riggs remarked at my long shower, his tone laced with sarcasm.

The comment took me by surprise. It felt as if it carried a weight that was hard to ignore, especially considering our complicated relationship. I stiffened, annoyed by his nonchalant attitude.

"Do you even know what that means?" I asked, trying to keep my frustration in check.

Riggs raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled.
"What do you mean?"

I hesitated, almost spilling my thoughts but then deciding against it. "It's just... never mind."

Riggs's smirk faded slightly, replaced by a flicker of curiosity. He didn't grasp why I was irritated, but his interest was piqued.

"No, go ahead. I'm all ears," he urged.

I sighed, regretting my earlier outburst, but his genuine innocent curiosity made me feel like I had to explain.

I bit my lip, struggling to find the right words. "You know, 'princess treatment' usually means someone's being pampered, treated specially, spoiled."

Riggs's eyebrows lifted slightly, and a flicker of understanding and surprise appeared in his eyes. "Hmm..." he mused. "And you think that's what I'm doing, keeping a spoiled brat fed and clean?"

My mouth dropped open in shock. My face flushed crimson as I processed his words. "What?" I stammered, unable to believe he'd just called me a spoiled brat.