Page 37 of Paradox
“There’s plenty of snow, now.”
“Fuck you,” I mutter under my breath and kick off the sleeping bag.
Eden’s hands drop to his lap and his head falls limp to one side. “Where the hell are you going?”
“To get snow!” I yell, throwing my hands towards the door.
“Just get in the fucking shower.”
“Wait… Were you being serious?”
“Do you need an engraved invitation? Yes, I’m fucking serious!”
The harshness of his tone makes me flinch. “I’m sorry… I didn’t think you’d actually let me have one.” With my fingertips nervously fidgeting, I slowly walk in front of Eden before stopping. “M–my towel is still in my bag.”
He lets out an exasperated sigh and runs a hand through his long, dark hair without looking at me. "Use one of mine. They're in the cabinet under the sink."
"Really?" The word slips out before I can stop it.
His eyes finally meet mine. “Jesus, Jin. Yes. Really.”
I nod to myself for what feels like the fiftieth time, and continue slowly towards the bathroom.
“Oh, Jintae,” he calls out in a mocking, sing-song voice, one step before I enter the bathroom. “Make it quick. Solar only works when there’s sun, and I don’t much like the idea of the generator having to heat up water for you.”
“Asshole,” I mutter to myself and I step over the threshold.
“What was that?”
“I said, thanks,” I lie, and he knows it as well as I do.
“Just hurry the fuck up before I change my mind.”
I shut the door, and lean my forehead up against it.
Why is it impossible for him to do anything thoughtful without immediately reminding me that I mean nothing to him? That he would rather use what’s left in the solar batteries to play Grand Theft Auto, than to allow me to clean myself properly for the first time in ten days?
But what other choice do I have but to take it?
I don’t get to have a sudden change of heart now.
I’m trapped, completely dependent on Eden van der Hart and what his mood dictates.
Why the fuck couldn’t Tek have had a sister? Nineteen and forbidden, or not, there’s no way she’d have been able to look at me like Jin just did, then leave.
Pausing the game, I dip my hand beneath the towel and grab my semi-hard dick.
I hear the shower turn on, and squeeze myself tighter.
Sinking further down on the couch, I rest my head back and close my eyes.
Why can’t he be a girl? One desperate to suck my cock.
I’d rather have a clean dick than a clean cabin any day.
I’d have her blow me every morning before coffee, and I'd eat her pussy every night for dessert.
The best way to get over someone is to get underneath someone else, isn’t it?
