Page 301 of Breaking the Rules
Fuck, I hope it's a good idea listening to this now.
I can't lose something else I love.
I can't have that asshole connected to anything else.
He's already ruined sex.
He doesn't get music.
He doesn't get Hunter.
"Kay will be here soon." I pull the comforter to my chest. "I made the playlist two hours, so we'd know when we had to stop."
"Ambitious."
"Thanks." I try to laugh, but it doesn't happen. "I still think I could have made it."
"You've been watching too many superhero shows."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." His laugh is stilted. Awkward. "I'm not your boyfriend Matt. I can't go all night."
"You know, he's really wasting his powers beating people up."
Hunter pulls on his boxers.
"You don't have to do that."
"I know." He sits on the bed. Reaches over. Runs his fingers over my shoulder. "What should Matt do with his powers?"
"He could be the lover of the century."
Hunter laughs. "Yeah, he could."
"That's a waste." Matt (otherwise known as Daredevil) can sense minute changes in another person's body enough to know if they've been poisoned. If he turned those skills to sex—the man would be an unstoppable orgasm machine.
This time, his laugh is big. Hearty. Free of the reminder I ruined our perfect night. "Some people don't understand their gifts." He lies next to me.
Shifts onto his side.
Wraps his arm around my waist.
I nestle into his chest.
The comforter is between us, but he still feels good. Strong. Warm. Safe.
I really do trust him to protect me.
But I guess no one can protect me from my head.
The song shifts to the next. To something louder. With thrashing guitars and growling vocals.
It's the perfect fit for my mood.
But that doesn't really help.
Hunter's chest heaves with his inhale.
