Page 198 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

Yup. I’m definitely so fucked.

An hour later, after we showered, I was eating her out again because what? I wanted a snack — we’re back in the kitchen. She made tomato soup and grilled cheese and asked if I wanted some. Who the hell am I to say no to free food? Especially free food that’s made by her?

I helped, though. I helped her by keeping her relaxed by kissing the back of her neck with my arms around her waist.

We may have had to toss a grilled cheese away because we were distracted and kept it on the pan for too long.

By distracted, I mean I saw her beautiful ass moving around and couldn’t help myself as I bent her over and fucked her from behind.

What?

Like I said earlier, I was a starved man.

We finally sit at the dining table with our unburnt grilled cheese and tomato soup.

“Briar?” I ask, wiping my hands from the grease.

“Hmm?”

“Are you still going to go after my stepdad?”

She breathes in deeply, swirling her soup with her spoon. “Are you close with him now?”

“No,” I hesitate for a bit before sighing. “Let’s just say I owe him my life. Plus, my mum really loves him.”

She makes a face. “Your poor mom.”

I shrug, “You can’t help who you fall for, I guess.”

Briar’s eyes lock into mine briefly before she looks away. “I guess.”

“Briar?” I say again after a few more minutes of silence.

“Yes?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“For what, angel?”

“For making you think I wouldn’t choose you? For making you feel like trash? Literally, everything I did wrong to make you feel like shit.”

Briar just stares at her soup, a little tear threatening to drop from the corner of her eye. She wipes it with her thumb and clears her throat, smiling at me.

“Manifestation is fucking real,” She whispers, confusing me.

“Huh?”

“Never mind.” She just grins as if she’s remembering a joke she made. Who laughs at their jokes? Briar, apparently. She nods, “Thank you, Rurik.”

I bury my face in the tomato soup because I know I’m smiling like a goddamn idiot. “Maybe instead of beating up the senator, you can beat me up instead?”

“Is that some weird kink you have? Angel, if you like it rough, just let me know.”

“It’s not that,” I roll my eyes. “I just prefer you use my body to release any anger you may have rather than blatantly ignore me again.”

She kisses my Adam’s apple, and I grin.

She mumbles. “The last thing I want to do is cause you any sort of physical harm.” She kisses my jaw, and I shudder as her warm breath caresses my skin. “But I promise I won’t ignore you anymore, okay?”

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