Page 93 of Drown Like Heaven
Dakota :No
Me :Pack a bag. I’m stealing you for the rest of the night
Dakota :I said no, Mason. You never fucking listen to me
I understood what she was saying, I just didn’t care. My dick was hard and I missed her—Ineededher. She could keep me from the edge that would eventually destroy me. She didn’t know how rare that was. Only one other person had ever been able to bring me back from fracturing, and he did it with his own angelic powers.
She justwas.
She was enough. Completely on her own.
Just the thought of her.
Mine.
It was something about that mysterious little tie her soul had on mine.
I flipped my keys around my finger, then unlocked my car and hopped in. I kept the windows down while I drove towards the area she lived, cool air blowing through the car and soothing my skin. My torso was bare again, because of my wings. They were incompatible with shirts; if I wore one, it’d just get shredded when my wings came out.
Pulling off the main road and into the lot, I flicked my headlights off. Dakota lived a little ways down the road, and I parked my car just next to her trailer. The porch light was still off.
I got out of the car and shut the door quietly, then headed up the wooden steps to her front door, raising my knuckles to knock a couple times. After a minute of silence on her side, I got my phone out.
Me :Answer the door or I’m picking the lock
I gave her three minutes. Three minutes, and one additional courtesy knock. And then I went back to my car, grabbed the lock pick from the glovebox, and shoved the metal into the lock on her front door. Less than sixty seconds later, the deadbolt slid free and I quietly pushed her door open, then shut it behind me.
It was pitch black inside the trailer, but my eyes were good enough that I could see her blurry form just as she ran at me from the living room, knife glinting in her hand.
She slashed the blade through the air and I caught it with my hand, the sharp metal slicing my palm. I flung it out of her grip, tackling her to the ground, the thin carpet providing zero padding for our landing.
Dakota cried out with the impact, body writhing below mine.
It felt so good to touch her again. So right.
I was grateful for the darkness, so she couldn’t see all the ichor in my blood all over my hand right now.
“You’reinsane,” she hissed. “You are fucking sick in the head.”
“You just tried tostabme.” I wiped my hand on my stomach, pinning her chest with my forearm.
“Yeah, because you broke into my house!”
“I warned you I was going to do it. If you didn’t want me to pick the lock you should’ve opened the door.”
“What about if I didn’t want you to come in at all, huh?” Her green eyes were wide, flashing angrily through the darkness. Her hair was like silk around her head, making a little halo on the floor. It was almost ironic that I was the angel out of the two of us. She was so much better than me.
“Then that’s too bad.” I leaned closer to her, feeling her shallow breathing on my lips.
“Fuck you,” she bit out, but her body was softening. Her breathing grew strained, choppy, like she was about to cry, but she was trying to brave. She didn’t want me to see it.
“Fuck me? I missed you, baby.”
“You can’t just keep saying that. You can’t say you miss me when it’s not even true.”
“Is that what you think? It’s not true?” I leaned into her, eliminating all space between us. “You’re wrong. All I do is think about you.”
There was a moment of quietness between us, and Dakota shut her eyes.
