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“Says the girl from the biggest city in the fucking world.” I rest my chin on the top of her head and sound fucking butt-hurt like I’m a little bitch. I can’t help it; I want her to see me in all my fucking glory.
“I’d rather be in a crowd of New Yorkers than the fucking assholes who go to this school any day,” she says, and I let her get up this time. Her damp black hair falls over her shoulder, and she looks so fucking beautiful that I reach out and tuck some of her hair behind her ear. Her tit pokes through, and I immediately palm it with my hand. She leans into my touch like a good fucking girl.
“Come on, Ed, don’t you want to see me score for you?” My fingers squeeze her tight little nipple, and she drops her head back.
“Pinche, cabrón, you’re not playing fair,” she spits out and brings her pretty face back to me.
“Not when it comes to you,hermosa,” I tell her with a wink. She rolls her eyes, earning herself a little titty slap, and my cock fattens up when this crazy girl smiles.
“Won’t I have to apologize to Evie if I sit next to her? For being your, ya know?” She asks, and her cheeks turn pink.
“Novia, Ed, according to my app, that’s how you say girlfriend. And no, she’s not like that.”
“Pinche cabrón,”she snaps as she scrunches her face and shakes her head, and I immediately pluck her hard little nipple.Sassy little thing.“That shit sounds weird, no? Aren’t you worried what people are gonna think?”
“I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks, including these motherfuckers.” I tell her and trace the blackXbetween her tits, rubbing in the flaky dried cum that I left there. “Tell me about these.”
“When you turn fifteen, the OG’s brand the women with anX. They mark us here, here, here, and here,” she says, bringingmy hand with hers as she points out the fourXson her body. “So that everyone knows who you belong to.”
She’s got one on the back of her neck, which I’ve gotten a glimpse of before, the one between her tits, one covered by her pubes, and one above her juicy little ass.
“I fucking hate them. I don’t want the reminder that they own me anymore. I promised myself that as soon as I save enough money, I’m going to find a female artist and have her cover them all up. If I could do it tomorrow, I fucking would.”
“I could fucking kill them for what they did to you, Ed, but you don’t belong to them, baby, you’re mine, you were never fucking anyone else’s.” I tap the cum coveredX,“And now that I know where the other ones are, I plan on covering those too.”
“I wasn’t sure what you thought of them, maybe I should’ve told you before we...” Her face turns red, and I fucking love that this hardass girl can get all shy.
“You didn’t have to say anything. Nothing from your past is gonna stop me from being with you now or in the future, Ed. If anything, I should’ve been the one to say something beforehand. What I should’ve done was talk to you about wrapping my dick up, but I wanted to feel your cunt. I wanted to fuck you like I love you, and I do, Ed, I fucking love you.”
“I love you, too,” she says with a giant fucking yawn. I pull her back down into my chest so that her face is right near her black cat tat. “And I didn’t stop you, because I wanted you like that, too. I wanted to feel everything.”
“Good, that’s good, Ed.” Fucking hell, this girl is making me feel like an emotional mess. I legit feel a ball of fucking feelings get stuck in my throat.
“And just so you know –,” she pauses as another yawn ripples through her body, causing her to do a little shake. “I have an IUD. Although I liked what you did, you had me feeling like I was protected, like you were claiming me.”
“I was, little demon,” I kissed into the top of her head. “Now rest,hermosa, I’ve got you, you’re safe and sound.”
CUARENTA
I feltat home lying on his chest and was so comfortable spread out on his pillow-top mattress, lying under his blue blanket, that I slept for twelve hours. I was so fucking cozy that I convinced myself that the monsters wouldn’t be able to find me in his bed.And if they did, I trusted him to protect me. I trusted this man so fucking much that I left my blade in my clothes. It’s the first time in a fucking decade that I haven’t slept with my girl.
He was gone when I woke up, and I swallowed down my instant panic with the water on his nightstand. It had a yellow Post-it note on it that read,Bébeme, Drink me, and it made me fucking laugh; I love it that he keeps using Google Translate to look up words.Es… dulce. It’s… sweet.
I had pulled the Post-it off the bottle and sat up to drink it when I noticed just how many he had left for me. I literally wondered if he used every fucking Post-it in the house. I found that shit so fucking cute when I saw one sitting on a foiled-up grilled cheese.
That one said,Monstruo del queso, Cheese Monster.I carefully sealed it behind the water bottle note after killing that plate of food.
I ended up with nine of them and stapled them together with the stapler on his desk to keep them safe. I swear tomis diosas,this man is making me all sentimental with his sweetness. It’s why I’m sitting here wearing not one, but two, pieces of his clothing.
He left me a long-sleeved shirt that looks fucking identical to the one that I wore the other day, along with a note that said,The baseball shirt is garbage. This is yours now.
Then I found the note on the black crewneck that had the number three embroidered on it with black thread. That note said,My favorite number, on my favorite girl.
It made me fucking believe with my whole fucking heart thatmis diosas, especialmente Hécate, my goddesses, especially Hecate,who sends out her signs in threes, are telling me to embrace all this lovey-dovey shit that he’s throwing at me.
Even my horoscope today was encouraging me to go all in.You may find that the walls you’ve built to protect yourindependence are softer than you thought, dear Aquarius. You’re ready to let someone who understands your need for freedom, yet still offers steady devotion. Love will feel lighter when you stop questioning whether you deserve it and instead allow it to unfold naturally. This is a day to embrace acceptance–both from yourself and others. Let that acceptance be your anchor and your joy.
So here I am, sitting at the front desk in tattoo guy’s shop, working a job that I didn’t ask for, while wearing my man’s clothes, and looking over the love notes that he left me while I wait for his stupid-ass game to be over. He said he’d be here by midnight, and for his sake, I really fucking hope that he is.
