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Part Thirty Eight

* 2300k word chapter just a lil warning*

Suffocated
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Harley Finley

"Are you sure you don't need anything?" I asked Colten again for probably the millionth time, tucking him in with a blanket while he sat on the couch.

It's been a month since he's been out of the hospital.

We moved in together in a small one bedroom rental home in New York temporarily. We had to stay close for his doctor appointments and I really didn't want to go back to the town I grew up in or to the house he was shot in. It was an easy decision at the time.

At first, it was amazing. We were all over each other, being so lovey and happy, cuddling every night to watch a movie but now, I could see the stress burdening our relationship. It felt like we were hiding like fugitives, not sure where the threat slept anymore or when they'd show face again. Plus, neither of us working and only living off of our savings was driving us to our breaking points.

"Harley, please stop." Colten sighed, shooing my hands away. "I'm fine. I've been fine. I'm more worried about your ankle than myself. You still have a little gimpy walk."

"A little.. excuse you?" My body snapped upwards, placing my hands on my hips as I glared at him.

"Oh, come on. Don't act like you didn't know that." He groaned, throwing his head back into the couch.

"Screw you, Colt." I huffed, turning my back to him and grabbing my bag.

"So we're back to that Harley." Colten stood slowly, watching me as I angrily grabbed a few things.

"Keep the insults coming, Colten. I just fucking love it when you talk shit about me."

I tossed my bag over my shoulder and snatched my car keys from the little plate on the kitchen counter that we had picked out together.

"What are you talking about? All I said was to stop tucking me in like a child." Colten walked towards me, keeping a small distance as if I was an explosive ready to go off.

"I'm taking care of you!" I clapped my hands together, "Fine. I'm done. Do everything yourself if you think I'm treating you like a child!"

His dark eyes scanned my body, settling on my furious face. "Are you planning on leaving now? Mid-tantrum?"

My lips pursed, hugging my bag closer to my body. I don't know why I was ready to run out, to get away from him and this stupid little house I couldn't even call home.

"I need some air. I feel like I can't breathe here."

"You can't breathe." Colten repeated me, lowering his voice and showing off the anger he had boiled up. He stepped forward until his chest was pressing against mine but he kept his hands to himself as he stared down to me.

"Am I suffocating you, Harley?"

"What are you doing?" I sucked in a breath when his hand teasingly ran up my left side, grazing my breast through my clothing before he was holding the front of my neck gently. He squeezed lightly, just enough to make me look up to him.

"I was wrong. You're obviously feeling better if you're arguing with me for no fucking reason." He mumbled, darkly. Then he walked forward, forcing me to walk back until my back was flush against the wall.

"Colten, the doctor said no sex." I reminded him.

He pressed his fingers into the side of my neck slightly, practically growling under his breath. "I don't give a fuck what the doctor said. I'm going to fuck this attitude out of you."