Page 172 of Hide and Keep

That’s not a good sign.

We were finally getting somewhere…I thought.

I wanted to fuck her yesterday. Jesus Christ, did I want to. It’s a miracle I lasted as long as I did. A couple of tugs on my cock and I was spilling seed like a farmer in the spring.

Which was hot. The whole thing was. The way she tasted. The way she didn’t get shy. The way she took charge and moved for me so easily. The way she seemed to like my cum not only on her but also in her. Fuck.

I don’t know why she has to be so stubborn. Why can’t she look at me during sex? I never said it had to be the whole time. Just the beginning.

And some of the middle.

And preferably the end.

But not thewholetime.

She’s so fucking dramatic.

I was about to let it go anyway. If she would’ve kissed me, I would’ve dove into her deliciously wet cunt no problem. I would’ve fucking slathered my cock with her pussy juice.

But no. She said “Never.” She’llneverkiss me on the mouth. What kind of bullshit is that?

How am I supposed to feel about that?

I don’t know how I feel about any of it.

I’m trying not to feel anything. It’d be stupid as shit to. Not only is this my job but it’s short-term. Not short-term by my standards necessarily, but definitely by other people’s.

I know I didn’t feel great leaving things the way we did yesterday. She was in her butterfly conservatory for four hours before coming out to go for a run.

I don’t feel great now either because even though she’s right here, her mind couldn’t be further away.

I gotta make it right with Ever. Or at least better. If I don’t, she’ll probably try to smother me in my sleep tonight.

“I think Art’s a good name,” I say. “Because you like to draw.”

She doesn’t respond in any way whatsoever.

Shit. What can I do?

What I always do to get her attention. Fight.

“Like how you drew on another pair of my shoes last night.”

Nope. Nothing.

Oh. My bad. I forgot who I’m dealing with. A demon.

“Maybe Lucifer’s more fitting since that’s two pairs of my shoes you’ve ruined now.”

Just before we reach the kitchen, my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Halting on the stairs, I pull it out and…

What? A video message?

One glance at Ever and I see her waiting in the stairwell, too. That’s suspicious. Her phone isn’t out though. So maybe not.

Then who…

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