Page 30 of Unholy

“No. It’s not. It’s sexy as fuck I made you bleed like that. I was the first one inside you, Ash, and I’m going to be the last.” She sighs, and I reach for her, pulling her into me. She rests her head on my chest, careful not to touch my stomach, but I want the pain. I crave it.

“How do you feel?”

“Tired,” she yawns. I chuckle a little.

“Try to sleep. We’ll grab dinner later,” I tell her. She nods her head, and her warm breath dances over my flesh as she finally falls asleep. I lie still, letting her sleep as I think about what I’ve just done. I’ve ruined her purity. I’ve taken something she held so dearly to her, and I don’t even feel bad. In the back of mymind, I think I should, but I don’t. She’s mine. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on her that she was going to be mine. I just had to figure out how to make that happen.

When Ash wakes up back, we shower and I clean her up before we head out to grab something to eat.

“Can I ask you something?” she asks.

“Yeah.”

“The crash. You did it on purpose, Tristan.”

“So?”

“So, is this something I have to worry about all the time? You doing something crazy?” I lean my elbows on the table in front of me and look directly into her eyes.

“I’m not normal, Ash. Never will be, and sometimes I do stupid shit that doesn’t seem so stupid at the time.”

“Why did you do it?”

“You told me you were staying away from me. I couldn’t have that.”

“You did it so I wouldn’t walk away?”

“Partially. The other part, I did it because I wanted to fucking feel something again.”

“I can’t be with you if you keep doing those things,” she tells me.

“I can’t promise what I will and won’t do. It’s not how my brain works, Ash.”

“Will you try at least?” I nod my head.

“I can do that much.”

“Okay. As long as you try.”

“Then you’re willing to be with me?” I ask her, needing to hear her fucking say the words. I need to hear it come out of her mouth, yet it doesn’t really matter to me. She’s mine now, even if I have to kill Ben for getting in my way. I’m not letting her go.

“I’ll be with you.”

“And Ben?”

“I don’t know what to say about Ben. I need to break it to him gently,” she says.

“He’s not a baby.”

“Compared to you, he is.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m just saying he doesn’t have a hardened exterior like you do. He’s breakable,” she explains as I chuckle.

“Whatever you say. As long as he doesn’t put his hands on you, I’m fine with it.”

“He won’t.”

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