Page 84 of Addicted Lies

Billie

Ican’t believe I just tattooed him. Ford is amazing at what he does. His brother’s skin is a testament to that. I love the tattoo he gave me, and I stare at it often when I get in and out of the shower. And now he has a matching one, which is a little weird but also flattering. And it makes me want to believe that, although he can’t say it in words, that deep down, he feels the same as me.

He makes his way back across the room, not bothering to grab his jeans. Instead, he comes over and stops directly in front of me, his crotch almost eye level with my face.

“Stay tonight?” he asks. And I’m too tired to tell him no. So when he holds out his hand to me, I take it.

Here in his home, it always feels like it’s just the two of us.

Like I’m in a dream.

It feels right.

It’s when I step back out into the world that reality sinks in.

But right now, I wonder if it’s really possible to merge those two things.

Can Ford and I really be something more?

Am I allowed to be carried away by this?

I take his hand, accepting all the consequences that might ensue.

He walks me to his room, and when we enter, he climbs onto the bed with me and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me to him.

“Why am I here, Ford?”

“Because you should always be here. In my bed. In my arms. No more running away.”

“What does that mean?”

“You know exactly what it means,” he growls. “I can’t be a normal boyfriend or show you all the flowery shit. But I can try to be enough for you if you’ll let me.”

My heart fills, and tears spill over my cheeks as all of my wishes and craziness feel like they’re finally aligning.

He gently wipes away the wetness as I sob. “I didn’t think you wanted me.”

“I’ve always wanted you. I tried to stay away, but I can’t anymore, Chaos. You’re in my blood now. I need you. I don’t know what this might look like for us. I’ll be obsessive. Intense. Probably all the things you don’t want in a man, but I can’t let you go again.”

This is what I’ve wanted to hear him confess for so long, but it’s terrifying because I don’t know how my brother or parents will react. But right now, I’m overjoyed. I want Ford. I don’t want the push and pull of this dance anymore. I know I’m a lot to handle. I’m hot and cold and don’t always react rationally, but I’m certain that’s why we might work. I need someone who can handle me as well. I’m finally relieved that Ford, despite the walls surrounding his heart, is finally letting me in.

I hate the tears that continue to fall as I kiss him softly. “You let me decide that. I can handle you.”

“Is that a threat?” he asks, and I chuckle.

“No more of a threat than your cock currently digging into my ass.”

“Then we agree on something. You and my cock are just as damning and damaging.”

I sigh, a sense of relief passing through me. “Definitely. But always a very good time.” I bite his bottom lip, and he smiles.

He turns me so my back is against the mattress, and it is like being at home.

“Do you remember when we first started this?” I ask, thinking of where it all began.

“Of course I do.”

“And what did you think back then?” I’d never been daring enough to outright ask him.

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