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“And she’s gonna fuck it all up. I never thought this shit would happen, that someone from New York would end up down here.”

“How’d you end up at Havenwood? What happened when you got here?”

“I was supposed to have a full ride with room and board, but that didn’t happen. They gave me a job at the Tutoring Center, and I used whatever money I had left over to get by. It’s why I’ve been at the shelter since I got down here.”

“You’ve been on your own this whole time?” He asks, leaning back so that he can see me.

“I’ve been on my own forever,” I admit while looking up at his face.

“Not anymore, you’re not. You’ve got me now,” he says while bringing his hands up to my cheeks.

“I’m not a great person, Hunter,” I tell him while my hands close around his wrists. “I’ve lied to survive, I steal shit to get by, and if I have to defend myself, I fucking will. I stabbed that guy in the alleyway the other night like it was no big deal.”

“That motherfucker was trying to hurt you, I’m glad you fucking killed him.”

“Do you hear yourself? You’re glad that I killed someone?”

“If it means you’re alive, then yeah, and if I ever had to defend you like that, I fucking would, Ed.” He leans forward and presses a kiss to my mouth. “I’m not playing when it comes to you.”

“Even after hearing all of that?”

“Your past doesn’t change who you are to me, you’re still my Ed, Ed.”Oh Diosas, wey. This man and the things he says.

“This isn’t normal shit, Hunter. My past has caught up with me. Payton’s out for fucking blood, and her ass is crazy enough to make us both bleed.” He has to see how serious this is.

“Her boyfriend doing shit he shouldn’t have isn’t your fault. As far as I’m concerned, he was gonna get locked up eventually. He’s not innocent here.”

“None of us were,wey. I wasn’t either,” I tell him and step away from our hug before I start pacing the floor in front of the stairs. I take my beanie off my head and pull my hair at the roots, trying to release the anxiety that I’m feeling. “I could’ve given him a heads up. I could’ve saved him, but I didn’t. That’s why she’s pissed.” My brain is starting to spin, and my feet are moving just as fast.

“You chose to save yourself, and thank fuck that you did,” he says and reaches for my hand to bring me back to him.

“I would’ve ended up dead if I stayed,” I tell him as I push off his chest to begin pacing again. “No lie, if I hadn’t gotten out, I would’ve killed myself. I thought about it every day. I had access to enough shit. I could’ve done it quickly, too. And every time one of those motherfuckers came after me those last few days I came so fucking close to swallowing a whole baggy of percs.”

“Fucking hell, Edison,” he says while lifting me straight up off the floor. My arms link around his neck, and my fingers loop around his chain at the base of his head. I feel like I need to hold on to him for dear fucking life while I get all these words out. It’s the first time I’ve ever said any of this shit out loud.

“I still have them hidden in my bag,” I mumble into his shoulder and blink away the tears that flow out of my eyes. I can’t stop and start to shake. “Just in case, you know?” It’s like he literally opened the fucking flood gates.

“Don’t you dare fucking think about doing that shit. You hear me, Ed? That’s not your life anymore.” He grits out and pulls me up his big-ass body by my ass cheeks so that I’m face to face withhim. “This is your life now. And I’ll fucking carry you like this if it keeps you safe. Even from yourself.” My ankles can’t reach all the way around him, and he tucks his big-ass arms under my thighs, holding me in place while my thoughts spiral outta fucking control. “Don’t even think about leaving me, Edison. I’d follow you to hell, little demon.”

“You heard what she said about wanting retribution, right? She’ll fucking do it too,pero, ella está loca.Payton’s fucking crazy, and Gabe’s crazy about her. He’s gonna come after me, I know he is.Pero,I want you to understand,--”

“Let him fucking try to touch a hair on your pretty little head, I’ll kill him myself. And then, when I go to prison, I’ll kill all those motherfuckers who fucking hurt you. Understand that, Ed.” His arms flex around me, and I feel shielded from my crazy-ass thoughts.

The assertiveness in his voice pushes my paranoia away, and I rest my forehead on his to give my brain a break from my own fucked up anxiety.Este hombre me tranquiliza la mente. This man calms down my head.

“There you go, Ed, take a deep breath,” he encourages as the tip of his nose traces over my cheek. I shut my eyes, giving in to how it feels to be the center of his attention. “Turn this big, beautiful brain off,” he demands, rubbing his forehead against mine. I do as I’m told and inhale the air between us, feeling him inside my lungs.

“Relax for me,” he commands while I continue to breathe in and out. He massages the underside of my legs, and his big-ass hands move higher up my thighs. His fingers knead into my covered skin, and his touch feels so good that I start to moan before I can stop myself.

“Aye, no,” I whimper out as his thumb continues to hit a spot that makes my core clench. I jolt in his arms like he’s electrocuted me. My pussy is spread open over his muscularstomach, and the friction over my forgotten clit sends sparks all over my skin. It’s like this man just jump-started a dead battery inside my body.

“Careful, Ed,” he says while he jerks me upward. My legs are stretched around his body, and his hands palm each side of my ass as he adjusts me higher up his frame. “I promised you a peaceful shower. If you keep making noises like that, I’m gonna end up eating more than just my words,hermosa.”

TRENTA Y CINCO

Damn,his room is big.It has a giant bed, a desk, a closet, and a bathroom. It’s also semi-clean, so he gets a point. I’ve never had a room, but if I did, I’d keep it nice. But this isn’t that bad; it’s notdirty or smelly. There are clothes and stuff piled up, but it’s not gross. It’s honestly not what I was expecting, but then again, he’s turning out to be way more than I thought he was.

“What do you think, Ed?” He asks while walking into the bathroom.