Page 160 of The Plan

“Can you walk or not?” I let out a sigh in defeat and slightly shake my head no. “I can’t hear you.” This dickhead.

“No,” I mumble.

“What was that?”

“Sire! Stop being mean.”

He sighs and walks over to me. “I’m sorry.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Want me to carry you?” I look up at him and nod. “Too bad I’m a man of my word. I’m not carrying youhome.” I swing at him, but he takes a step back, and I barely miss him.

“Iwasjoking, but now….”

I roll my eyes and flip him off. Whatever. I stand again on wobbly legs. I take a deep breath and take a step. My leg goes out again, but he catches me.

“I’ll carry you home, my love.” He sounds sincere this time. “All you have to do is say I’m the best dick you ever had and pledge allegiance to me.” He has to be delusional. I can’t help but laugh at how seriously he just said that shit.

“I would rathercrawl.”

He lets out a scoff and pushes me away. I thank God I don’t fall on this hard ass ground again.

“Fine. Then get on your knees and go ahead. I’ll meet you at the car.” He kisses the side of my head and hands me all of the flowers I picked earlier.

He starts to walk away, and once he makes it a fair distance, I try to walk but stumble and call out to him. “Wait!” He slowly turns, a smug smile still present. “I’ll say it once we’re in the car.”

“Say it now.”

I let out a sigh and thank fuck no one is here to witness this. “You’re the best,” I mumble the rest under my breath, way too low for him to hear.

He makes his way over to me. “What was that?”

“Sire! Enough with your games. I want to go home.”

“Okay, jeez. What’s up your ass?”

“Thankfully, not you,” I mumble, but he of course heard.

“I can arrange that.” He teases and I roll my eyes at him and his stupid grin. I think he’s going to turn around so I can get on his back, but instead, he bends down and throws me over his shoulder, carrying me to his car without voicing another tease.

On the way back to my—ourplace, we drive in a comfortable silence.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

I stop cheesing and turn to Sire. “Just thinking about how we’re going to be living together.” A smile grows on his face, and he places his hand on my thigh, giving it a light squeeze. After a beat, I turn back to him. “Are you scared you’ll get tired of me?”

“Who said I’m not already tired of you?” He’s clearly biting back a smile, but I shove his hand away from my thigh anyway.

“Well, if you’re so tired of me, then we don’t need to have sex any—”

“I was joking.” He says it so quickly I throw my head back with a laugh. “And I won’t get tired of you. In my head, we’ve practically been living together since the—” He cuts himself off and steals a glance at me.

“The break-in?”

He nods and gives my thigh a reassuring squeeze. “You haven’t brought it up in a while, but you can if you need to talk.” I look out my window, but I know his eyes are on me. “You can talk to me about anything, Vid. The break-in… your shitty dad.”

“I know I can.” I put my hand over his and just hold him. A few minutes go by, and I’m grateful he doesn’t push me to talk, but a part of me wants to. I take a deep breath and squeeze his hand, needing to ground myself. “I prepared myself to die that day.”

His eyes dart to mine, and he holds eye contact for a second before looking back to the road.

“When I looked through my peephole that night and saw him with a gun, I—” I force myself to stop, not wanting to walk through the events of that night.

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