Page 28 of Slayin Villain
“Didn’t think you’d notice,” he muttered.
“I always notice,” I snapped, turning toward him.“You think I don’t see the way you look through me sometimes?Like you’re already gone?”
He stepped closer.“Rachel still ain’t talking to me.”
“You want her to?”
He didn’t answer.Which was an answer.
“I’m not your second choice, Villain.”
“You’re not,” he said, voice low, rough.“You’re just… different.”
“Different how?”
He stepped into my space.Close.Heat radiating off his skin, his scent already making my head spin.
“You let me be who I am,” he said.“Even when I don’t deserve it.”
I laughed.“Don’t romanticize me.I let you fuck me so I don’t feel like a ghost.That’s not the same as love.”
His eyes darkened.“Maybe not.But it’s more real than what I had with most.”
His hand came up, cupped the side of my face.Gentle.Careful.
“You’re trouble,” he whispered.
“You gonna save me?”
“No.”He leaned down, voice rough against my lips.“You can save me.”
And then he kissed me.
We didn’t make it inside.
He took me against the fence, my leg wrapped around his hip, his hand tangled in my hair, his mouth at my throat.I gasped his name when he slid into me, hard and fast, his teeth grazing my jaw as I broke apart in his arms.
We moved like we were drowning.
Like we didn’t care who saw.
After, he held me for longer than he usually did.His lips resting on my shoulder.Fingers stroking my back.
“You ever think about walking away from all this?”I asked quietly, pressing my face into his neck.
“Sometimes,” he said.“But I’m not built for peace.”
“Neither am I.”
He looked at me then, really looked.“That a warning?”
“No,” I whispered.“That’s a confession.”
Later that night, when he was gone again, I opened the drawer.
The two tests sat there.Side by side.Like silent witnesses.
I picked one up, stared at it, and whispered the truth out loud.
