Page 161 of Paradox
"I wasn't supposed to get on your lap."
"I know," he says, bringing his face close to mine. "You're already being bad."
"You make me bad."
"I'll be sure to send myself a thank you card."
I want to rip my clothes off it's so hot. "Are you gonna kiss me?"
"No," he huffs out and I swallow his breath.
"Please."
"But we're here, Little One. Let's not waste the morning."
The first thing I'm gonna do as soon as we get to my apartment is burn that damn Letterman jacket. And it's not because I want to destroy the constant reminder of my betrayal. It's because seeing another man's name every time I look atmyboyfriend, does weird, primal, possessive shit to me. I know it's his brother just as much as my hormones don't give a fuck. But logic be damned.
"You brought the guns!"
I look up from where I'm squatting in front of our newly built fire and see Jin step out from the back of the truck holding one. He checks that it's not loaded then lifts it into position and brings his eye to the sight. "You're sounding a little too bloodthirsty."
With the rifle still in position, he tilts his head towards me. "Did we not come here to kill things?"
"I wonder what your mother would think."
"Do you really care?"
"No." I stand and walk the four yards it takes to get to him. Taking the gun from Jin, I lay it back inside the truck bed. "I thought you liked fish better?"
"I do…when it's not trout," he grins, and pulls himself up to sit on the tailgate.
"So am I gonna be in the doghouse if we can't catch anything else?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"If we can find a turkey."
"I haven't seen a single one all winter."
"Maybe you haven't been looking in the right places."
"And maybe we should be on the ice getting set up."
"Hey." Jin jumps back down, all excited, and cute, and incorrigible. "Why don't you go fishing, and I'll go hunting?"
"No." I immediately turn my back on him and walk to the fire. "We're gonna spend the daytogether."
"I won't be gone the whole time. Just let me go for an hour."
"We can go hunting tomorrow."
"We were just talking about there being no turkeys near the cabin."
I pick up the camping chairs, shovel, and axe, and start walking towards the lake. "It won't be at the cabin."
"Are we coming back tomorrow?"
