Page 392 of Vicious Saint
“That you were with me the whole time.”
Saint huffs. “Oh, there was some disassociation, trust me. But not like the past.”
“Well…what did you see?”
“For starters…color. Not just white and black.”
“Was one of them red?” I inquire with the utmost hesitance, which only makes Saint’s next huff come with a chuckle.
“Not red…blue. Maybe a little green.”
The wink I get from him tells me that last one was for amusement purposes only.
“Blue is good. We like blue. What else?”
“There was a storm…but more like lights flashing through the darkness…that I could feel rather than see if that makes any fucking sense.”
Hearing this has my heart swelling in the best way…because not only does Saint make sense, it’s as if he’s pulling how I’ve always seen him straight from my head.
As an army of colors at war with pitch black.
Saint pushes harder through his thoughts, then shifts my way.
“I don’t know, Jimi. It was like staring into chaos…and for the first time seeing only me.Hearingonly me.”
“That’s because chaos has always been you, Saint. Not Vicious. And I can sure as fuck promise that what you did to Boris was following through on a lesser man’s intrusive thoughts.”
“Still makes me sound crazy.”
“Yeah, well, crazy is just love jacked up on steroids.”
A wicked smirk curves Saint’s lips as he tilts my chin. “You accusing me of juicin’, baby?”
“Only that one time…after Halloween junior year.”
When Saint decided it would be a hoot to super glue his dirty jock strap inside my locker, along with a dozen pictures of him shirtless, flexing like Hercules.
“Holy shit…that was you?” he laughs. “I could’ve sworn it was Cray PMS-ing.”
“Nope, all me.”
“That makes much more sense.”
“Why?”
With a quick tap of his lips to mine, Saint responds, “Because you’re always PMS-ing, baby.”
“You asshole!” I smack his chest. “Good luck trying to get laid, like, ever again in your entire life.”
It’s a bold faced lie. Saint knows it. I know it.
Because as much as he’s become a sucker for me, I’ve become an even bigger sucker for him.
The maddening truth is…I’ve been falling head over heels for this idiot from the second he cornered me in the storage room during orientation.
I may have put up a front, an attitude, God knows a good fight, but Saint was an unstoppable force as much as mine was to be reckoned with.
He had an ego that rivaled my passion.
