Hugs & Blows

After

Odette is laying in bed with Ethan she lightly runs her fingers over the tattoo of her name that stains his skin. His skin is still slightly slick with sweat and red from the heat. She believes the term for what she feels is "post coitus bliss." she thinks she heard it in a movie or read it in some silly bodice ripper romance novel she secretly read.

She kisses her name and Ethan kisses her. She thinks it's slightly unfair that he is branded with her name, and starts considering getting a new tattoo. She would prefer to deeply carve his name into the soft, pale flesh of her constantly thickening thighs. But she won't. She knows new scars would just upset Ethan and that it's probably a little twisted and sick of her to even have that urge.

"What if I had told you to fuck off?" she says.

"I would have been confused and I guess we wouldn't have had sex tonight." he says perplexed.

"No, when you showed up at my house with my name over your heart." She clarifies.

"I would have been devastated, but I also would have kept trying." He answers.

"Promise?" She asks.

Ethan isn't entirely sure that you can promise what your actions would have been if something in your life had gone differently, but he is entirely sure that he would try anything to be with Odette.

"Promise." He says.

"I promise" she says almost hesitantly "to try to never push you away again. And that if I want to, I'll talk to you about it."

Ethan smiles and says he loves her. She smiles and says it back, and she does love him, but she kind of hates herself for having to promise that. She doesn't think normal girls have to. She wants to be a beautiful, normal girl for Ethan, instead of the fucked up mess of insanity that she is.