"I want them out of here," his voice snapped me awake, I was having such a lovely dream for once.
I glare at him.
"I've tried," I said, unable to hide the little angry hiss in my tone.
"I'll pay for a hotel for them."
"Be my guest," I grumbled and turned away, tugging the blanket back over my head to block out his whining.
"Let's go down and tell them. Together. As a team."
I growled indistinctively.
"Why are you being so persistent. At least we have our bed back."
My eyes were still closed. He was silent for a long while, then I felt his breath on my ear.
"I want you," he whispered, and wriggled like an impatient teen.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't believe you," I teased.
He lay down and tugged me into his chest, pressing his whole body against me. I felt his need digging into my back.
"Now do you?" He challenged.
I squeaked a little, nodding, biting my lip. He laughed deeply and it vibrated from him.
I suddenly remembered that this is the first time he'd spoken to me in three days. Part of me was annoyed, angry even. But the other part just wanted to feel his skin against mine.
"You can have me," I whispered, twisting to kiss his lips.
He lookes at me quizzically.
"I'll be extra quiet," I promised, and we both snort.
"I'm too good for you to stay quiet," he boasted.
"You are."
"Plus I still want them gone."
"You tell them that. You're scarier than me."
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The Boy with the Whiplash Tattoo
RomanceRECENTLY EDITED "I know you hate me but can't we at least pretend to be in love?!" Aaron is a strong silent boy who cries in his nightmares and struggles to trust and love. Camilla is insecure and self-blaming, hiding her feelings and fighting to...
