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‘What brought you up? A fucking toddler? For one. Do. Not. Pat. Me. I’m not a fucking dog so no need for the patting the back of my head like I’m your pet.
‘Two. Why are you flipping me around like one of your toys? You know how rude that shit is not to mention how nauseous I feel after the last flip.
‘And Three. Unwrap this blanket right now! This burrito you've made has all sorts of pins and needles shooting through places I forgot existed.’
My chest is heaving, but I feel good. Pleasantly satisfied with myself now that I’ve gotten that off my chest.
Ruaridh gently begins to unwrap the blanket, each one of his movements cautious as if he’s trying not to poke the bear.
The bear being me.
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t…’ Ruaridh stumbles over his words and if I didn’t know any better I’d think he was kind of adorable. If he weren’t this massive monster of a man with tattoos that could be depictions of hell etched across every muscle.
But I don’t care about any apologies right now. Right now my legs feel like they are crawling off of me one skin cell at a time.
‘Arghhh,’I complain patting at my pins and needles.
‘Want me to shake them out?’Vish asks, but I’m too concentrated on myself to see who exactly he’s asking.
Ruaridh must have answered because Vish is grabbing a hold of my right ankle, using it to shake out my entire leg for me. Blood must rush to my foot because a spike of pain comes then within what feels like minutes, but in reality, it is only a few seconds the needles subside, replaced by numb tingling.
‘Is my leg okay?’I ask, not ready to look for myself.‘My skin hasn’t run away, has it?’
‘Yeh, your girl is a nutter,’Vish laughs as he stands up and out of reach from Ruaridh’s attacks.‘She’ll fit right in.’
Chapter Twenty-two
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Ruaridh
She’ll fit right in.
The words echo in my mind as I watch Fauna squirming in my lap. Her pins and needles must be fading to nothing now that she has stopped rambling on about body parts running away.
I’m not a man that is easily amused, especially not these days. When I was younger, my sister and I would have a laugh, but that was a long time ago, and I am not the same person I was when she was alive. But Fauna, the beautiful enigma before me, makes me feel like an entirely different person altogether. Someone who can be light-hearted and fun.
Fuck, Liam would destroy me if he could get a glimpse into my head right now. He would rip the piss out of me and I would never be able to get away from his torments. But right now I don’t give a fuck. All I can imagine is how happy I could be if Fauna came back to the stadium with me, back to somewhere she could call home.
‘Oh, thank you, apocalypse Gods, thank you,’Fauna mumbles as she rubs her thighs.‘I swear I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I wasn’t myself.’
What is she going on about? And who the fuck are the apocalypse gods?
‘I swear it I will never speak badly of any of you ever again, just please never take my legs.’Fauna pleads to something I can’t see. I look to Vish, which is a mistake as he’s already twirling his finger around his ear, motioning that she’s crazy. I’m going to kill this fucker if he’s not careful.
I clear my throat, trying to gently draw Fauna’s attention away from her episode and towards something saner — me.
‘You okay there, baby?’I ask.
‘Hmm,’Fauna mumbles, her attention drawing back to me and her eyes widening.‘Oh fuck, yeh I’m good.’
She all but catapults herself out of where she is, still half-positioned in my lap — clearly wanting distance between us.
I smirk, not being able to help myself but remember the lack of distance she had wanted earlier in the shower. My little deer did not want any distance I distinctly remember her hands in my hair gripping me forwards, pulling my face closer into her sweet pussy.
And I loved every second of it.
Although right now, I’d be a liar if I said that it didn’t bother me that she so clearly doesn’t want to be touching me. Fauna was much easier to understand when she was in a food coma and I knew what she needed.
