Page 9 of Kobra's Opal

His expression stayed the same, neutral. “You wanted more than the life your mom was offering you.”

“Yeah, and then you broke my heart, and I just wanted any life.” I snapped over him, dropping my spoon. “Have you come here to give me a disapproving lecture? Cause the door is up the hall. Show yourself out.”

His neutral expression broke, and he smirked. “One of things I’ve always loved about you, Opal. You always told me straight.”

His word love threw me off for a second. I just went back to eating my stew silently.

I chewed on my food and then got up. “Want a beer, vodka, bourbon or wine?” I said walking to the fridge.

“Geez baby, starting to think you got a drinking problem.”

“So water then?”

“Bourbon,”

“What a surprise.” I muttered, grabbing him a can and myself a vodka cruiser. Placing it down in front of him. It is his small smile that had my eyebrows knitting together. “So you gonna tell me about your day?”

“Got into it with Hades,” he replied and cracked open his can. “The old man, always knows how to press my buttons.”

“Come on Kobra. Hades does it on purpose when he wants you to make a decision. So,” I sat back down. “What was it that Hades wanted you to make a decision on is the question.”

Kobra remained silent. Which interested me. I know when to push for answers, and I know when to back away. This was a back away moment. So we ate in silence for a few moments.

“I don’t want to die and the only accomplishment I got, is the patches I die wearing.” Kobra , and I looked at him. His looking directly back at me. “Look, I ain’t saying I’m good, or fuck even deserve this,” he put his spoon down. “but I want to know, can you and I try to be friends or something?”

I know immediately he wants more than a friendship. I could tell him the honest truth and that being. I wasn’t sure if I was capable of a friendship. Or anything. But for the first time in years, I wanted to try to see if I could. Could I be more than a girl that billionaires fucked in the middle of the night? Could someone see me for me?

I stared back at him. Then finally I felt my throat tighten.

“Are you busy tonight? I’ve got the night off, was planning on binge watching a bad television show.” That’s when I do it. I risk the chance of him seeing me, for me.

“I’ve got no plans,” he took a drink of his bourbon. “Sure you don’t mind me staying for a bit?”

“I invited you, didn’t I?”

He smirked. “That you did, baby girl.”

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I was lying on the couch, my head on Kobra’s lap. One of his arms was running along the back of the couch, and his other hand was in my hair. His fingers playing with my hair. It was hard to think of a time that we used to be like this, all the time.

It felt natural, comfortable, and like breathing. We watched two episodes, but Kobra’s questions slowly knocked down my wall and I opened up to him about work. He remained quiet when I said I hadn’t quit completely. Just taking on less work.

My eyes were on the television but my attention was on his Kobra’s other hand, which had been on the back of the couch was now on my back. While his fingers kept twirling my hair.

The episode credits began to run, and it was after midnight. Kobra was never a man to just listen and not get his hands dirty to fix the problem. So I really appreciated how he just listened to me and reframed from trying to fix my problems.

“Thanks for listening,” I said after the credits ended and I pushed my self up. I was going to move away from him, when his hand on my back pushed me towards him.

I didn’t even over think it when I straddled him on the couch. My hands go to his shoulders. Was it wrong how much I missed his touch? Yeah. It was wrong. But felt so fucking right.

Kobra leant his forehead against mine. He lightly brushed his lips against mine. I’m expecting more from him, but he pulled back.

“I should go,” his words are low.

He hadn’t had anything more to drink since dinner. So I couldn’t say he was over the limit and had to stay. In fact, there was no reason for him to stay.

“Okay,” I whispered against his lips, but I didn’t want him to go. What the fuck was wrong with me? Within hours of just being with him, I felt like I was finding myself again. Feeling again. What did that say about me? Fuck. About us? Did my living life depend on Kobra being in my life? Did I become stone when he left me at that train station?

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