Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
HIM
“Turn it off…”
I paused what I was doing, the damp washcloth covered in my cum hovering above Juliet’s stomach, before I decided to ignore it and continued wiping at her skin.
Scooping up the mess I’d made while enjoying the streaks of creamy white mixing with the blood red until the two colors were swirling together like a morbid version of a candy cane.
I smelled like her soap now and she smelled like me. Fucked up, sure. But no one could claim I wasn’t fucking festive. She almost looked as good as the Christmas decorations I’d spread out around her living room. I grinned, dropping my mouth into a frown when it started up again.
“Turn it off…”
I squeezed my eyes shut, tighter than before, clamping my jaw—teeth against teeth—until all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears, the humming in my temples instead.
“Turn it off…” The voice was louder this time, softer, sweeter too. As sweet as the honey my ma used to mix into the cold meds before she forced me to choke ?em down so she could…
I shook my head, tossing the washcloth onto the floor, and stuffed a finger into each ear. “Shut up, shut up, shut up,” I grunted over and over until I was screaming it. “Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!”
“Okay,” she replied, which had me peering up from between Juliet’s legs. Then flying off the bed, my dick wet and flopping against my thigh as I backed myself against the closest wall.
She never did that. She never agreed. Never stopped. Never said okay.
“I’m sorry…” And she sure as fuck never apologized. “But can you please turn it off…”
I glanced over to where some Hallmark movie had started playing on the screen, my glare bouncing to the remote on the nightstand and back. Then I carefully closed the distance, powered down the tv, and waited.
Silence, followed by a sigh and a mumbled, “Thank you.”
Yeah, fuck that.
I snatched my shit off the ground, stuffed my feet into my damp shoes, and tucked the washcloth into my pocket—I was in a hurry but I wasn’t fucking stupid—before making a beeline for the door. I’d just wrapped a hand around the knob when…
“Don’t leave me. Please,” she whispered, and my feet froze to the spot. My clothes tumbling out of my arms as I turned on a squeaky heel and found Juliet awake. Blue eyes staring at me. Seeing me for the first time even if it wasn’t the first time.
“What did you say?” I asked her.
“I said… please don’t leave…” she answered me. I didn’t know if it was real. If she was real or if I’d just graduated to the part where I was seeing shit too now.
“Okay,” I told her anyway, waiting until she’d rolled over onto her side before climbing into bed beside her.
She didn’t say anything else after that.