Page 36 of Cruel Pawn
I murmured when his right arm lifted from my back, not quite a complaint but disconcertingly close to one. I didn’t realise he’d thrown the key across the cottage until the small, metallic clink of it came from somewhere in the kitchen. Out of fucking reach.
“I really am going to kill you one day,” I muttered, but settled against him when his arms came around me again, surrounding me in warmth and affection and security.
I shouldn’t have felt safe here. Safe was as much a death sentence as a weakness. But Arden’s fingers made slow, shallow passes up my back and I decided I’d deal with feeling toocomfortable in the morning. Right now, sleep was too seductive an allure to resist. And I didn’t want to move.
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Arden
BeatsPerMinute:
Rate your current psycho-scale with a number from 1 to 10…
CameoSawConquered:
psychometer
damn stef youre really shit at coming up with names arent you
MostArdently:
Be nice, Cameo.
And maybe a 5…?
No more than a 6
Unless you count destroying someone’s birth control as psycho…
But that’s just good planning imo
BeatsPerMinute:
That’s a 10, you fucking lunatic.
MostArdently:
Ha!
Always knew I was a ten out of ten
CameoSawConquered:
just so you know im pinching the bridge of my nose in true and utter exasperation rn
does she even want a baby
MostArdently:
Yup
She just doesn’t know it yet
BeatsPerMinute:
Jesus fuck
MostArdently:
