Page 196 of Paradox
His cum splatters across my chin and chest.
His knees buckle and he collapses down onto the sofa cushion; the hand that had been on the window moving to brace himself on the sill so he doesn't squash me.
"I think they're gone," I say with a smirk, and I feel his whole body shiver.
"Naughty."
"You love it."
"I do." He agrees through deep, panting breaths. "You're too dangerous. You'll get me arrested. I can feel it already."
"Don't you dare start blaming me again for your impulse control problems."
Eden shakes his head and falls sideways on the sofa, pulling me down so I land on top of him. "You are my impulse control problem."
"And aren't I just the cutest little problem in the world?" I ask in a sickly sweet tone as I squirm my body on his, smearing his cum between us.
"You're cute, but you're also the Devil."
With my hands on his pecs I push myself up. "There is no way I'm the Devil in this story."
"You totally are. You showed up out of nowhere and forced me to make a deal with you."
"I… You…" I stutter because the irony is out of control. "You're delusional."
"Maybe I am," Eden laughs, and pulls me back down so I'm snuggled against him. "But you're the best. And the worst. And the only one I need."
The inside of Eden's truck is hotter than an oven, and I feel like I'm being cooked alive.
When we agreed that we wouldn't return home until March 1st, I meant I wasn't leaving the cabin. Trips to the lake, exploring further into the wilderness, all totally on the table, but civilization—and anything to do with it—never even entered my mind.
It was only a few days after all the shit in the Pacific North West hit the giant fan in the sky that Eden started venturing out. It hurt, at first, that he was willing to break our promise, though I understand now why he had to. Tek finding out the way he did—at the time—felt like the worst thing that could have happened, but having a month to cool down before Eden was back in his chair at the shop was actually a blessing in disguise.
Carey forced a meeting between them and Reeze last week and I'm glad I wasn't there to witness it. To say that Eden took his frustrations out on me after he returned would bean understatement, not that I minded. But as formegoing anywhere? I've been happily avoiding everything. I know it's bad, but living off-grid for so long has honestly been amazing.
Being forced to deal with boredom, hunger, and frustration all without the temptation of the internet at my fingertips for a quick distraction, has been almost as freeing as flipping the bird to college and my parents' expectations of me.
I knew it was never going to last forever, but I still feel likethisis cheating.
I don't care for the reasons behind it.
I don't care if Eden and Tek think it'sfor the best.
Right now, I don't even care that they are talking again. I'm still furious at my brother.
I'm thankful he never told my parents where I was, and that he held out on mine and Eden's relationship status until yesterday, but it's no secret that I've never really known who he is. All the things I've learned from Eden are proof of that. Still, I never expected to hear words as hurtful as the ones he used directed towards me.
Yes, I know I was never the one he was mad at.
Yes, I know Eden was the one he wanted to hurt.
Yes, I've gotten fifty texts from him every day since he barged into the cabin apologizing for what he did and said. But it's still too soon. It was only two weeks ago.
I'm still not ready to see him.
And I definitely don't want to seethem…
Eden reaches over and takes my hand, forcing my balled fist to relax and accept his comfort. It's only small, but just like everything else he does it's minimum effort maximum result.
