The Hooded Beauty

I wanna eat you

We stare in shock as he continues to slice the knife  into his arm deeper, I try to speak but I just have no words. Well, I have one, why? As he removes the steak knife from his arm, he wipes it clean onto a napkin and then plunges his fingers into the wound which is gushing blood onto the napkins.

After digging around in his forearm, he pulls something out carefully, it looks like a tiny piece of black plastic. It's a small rectangle, probably about 1cm long. He cleans the blood from this plastic and begins to unwrap it, it unravels into a tiny bag, he opens it and tips the contents out into his hand.

It's a SIM card. It's a fucking SIM card. He grabs a napkin and holds it onto his gapping open wound to stop the bleeding. Jace grabs the IPhone box and sets the phone up so it is ready for my father. I am however, sat here with a mouthful of cake, just utterly gobsmacked. My stomach starts to turn and I debate leaving the cake alone, but I can't, I just continue to eat the damn cake as my father tries to stop the bleeding, while Jace sets up a phone for a SIM card my father just hacked out of his arm.

After a few minutes, my father picks up the phone and pops the SIM card in like this is totally ordinary.
"Thank god, it's all still there" he explains with happiness. I look over and he's scrolling through a jam packed contact list. Well, I guess that explains most things. He walks into a room that I haven't been into yet explaining that he needs to 'make some calls'.

Jace grabs my hand and drags me into another room, where I'm met with a stunning bedroom, duck egg walls, a light grey dresser and bedside tables, a huge walk in wardrobe that occupies a whole wall with a full length mirror sat next to it on another wall. My eyes widen when I see a huge California King Bed with navy blue bedding. I leap onto it and Jace joins me landing next to me. This is comfier than the carpet. I roll onto my side, put my leg in between his and I put my arm around his stomach, as he puts his arm around me so I can lay my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat makes mine race.

He tries to get comfy but my towel bun keeps hitting him in the face so he pulls it off with great difficulty, because my hair is wrapped up inside of it, eventually he tugs it off and throws it onto the floor and my long hair falls in a heap on the bed. I lay my head down onto his chest again.
"Dude, you smell so fucking good, like I just want to eat you!" he mutters after taking an audibly long sniff of my hair.

"But you don't, you smell bloody revolting!" I say jokingly as I shove him away, he jumps on top of me and threatens me with his pits. Brandishing them inches away from my face. I threaten to nipple twist him.
"Get that dirty put away from my nose or else I will vomit on it"
"No"
"I hate you"
"No, you don't"

We stop laughing and just stare at each other, I'm trying to read him but I'm struggling, I'm usually really good at reading him. I know he can read me like a book, I'm not ashamed of that though, I like it. I lift my head up and peck his lips to see what will happen. Nothing happens, I just sigh. He keeps rejecting me but then randomly pulls me in.

It's such a head fuck.

My father walks in and is immediately uncomfortable with the sight he sees but unfortunately for me, it's not what it looks like. My father clears his throat.
"I've got some people coming in about 10 minutes. Jace, you should go shower and I need to aswell so please, hurry" I push Jace off me in a huff.

Why doesn't he want me?
Am I not good enough for him?