Page 41 of The War Revision
“Yep.”
I’m torn between irritation and amusement at his short replies.
“That’s it?” I insist for whatever weird reason.
When I think he won’t give me a reply, he says, “They weren’t very pleased when I came out during my time in college. After that, we kind of lost contact.” His leg muscles stiffen for a second, jolting me since my head is still on his thigh. It must still pain him.
“My mother was a homophobe. Her slurs were worse than her heavy hand,” I softly say. I just want him to know I partially understand. Partially because even though our experiences may be slightly similar, how each one of us reacts to them is very personal and very different.
I want to say something more, instead I decide to remain silent.
His hand is suddenly running through my hair, combing the length, scratching my scalp, and I close my eyes, relishing the feeling. He reminds me of yesterday and the way he took care of me. I couldn’t see anything other than concern in his eyes. I need to ignore the lightness in my chest at the thought of having him worry about me. He doesn’t care about me that way. Not really.
“They’ve never been physically abusive. How could they when they were barely there?” he scoffs bitterly.
“Emotional abuse can be equally hurtful, in some cases can cause even more damage.” His hand stills at my words. How did we end up having such a deep talk after the amazing sex we just shared?
“How did you and Jordan get out?”
“Dumb luck. Frank owned a record shop. It used to be where Ink Me is now.”
“That’s why you have all those records at your place.”
I hum. “He was such a decent man he didn’t call the police when he caught me stealing in his record shop. Instead he gave me a home and a future.” A hint of a melancholic smile touches my lips, and for a moment I’m bombarded by memories of Frank. “I never looked back.”
“I’m glad he was there for you,” he whispers. His fingers resume the heavenly massage on my head, and I close my eyes to enjoy it fully.
“Why did they contact you again? Your family,” I ask him after a while. From what he said before, it seems like they haven’t talked to him for a long time.
“They asked me for a favor. I’m trying to go along with it, for a while.” He sighs like he has the burden of the world on his shoulders.
“You couldn’t be more cryptic, Lucifer.”
I tilt my head back and to the side till I can see his face. I miss his ever-present thick, rugged scruff, but the light blond hair covering his cheeks once again lets me savor the sight of his sexy dimples. His smirk is crooked and slightly somber, like he can’t help it even though he isn’t in a teasing mood.
Some of the tension seeps from his body. He looks far from relaxed. But the fact that he can attempt a small smile tells me that he’ll get there.
But then he abruptly shifts and stands, letting my head drop unceremoniously with a bounce on the mattress.
“Well, that’s all you’ll get,” he tells me without looking at me. He bends down to grab his pants, giving me a nice view of his amazing ass and sits at the foot of the bed. His large shoulder and long spine are covered in red scratches. My red scratches. The sight makes me almost purr in delight.
“Why?” I ask him, tucking my hair behind my ears while rising up on my knees.
“We are enemies, remember? We aren’t close, darling. It was a nice fuck. That’s all.”
Nice? Really? Who is he trying to fool here?
I tense, knowing full well what he means. We are done. He’s right, we are enemies and we can’t keep doing this. But for the first time ever I wonder if that’s all we are to each other. I know a fuckton about him, more than I should. Maybe even more than I know about my friends. And I want to discover…more.
He stands once again and pulls his pants up without zipping them.
“Are you leaving?” Wait, this is his apartment, I should be leaving. But I want to stay.
Cole studies my face, like he is trying to figure out what I’m thinking.Get in line.My head is a landfill of scattered, quasi-panicky thoughts.
“Yes. I have a job to go to. And we are done here.” He’s in cold, composed mode again. I can’t have that. I feel him sliding away and I need to get him close to me again. To forget about everything but his big thick cock railing me.
“You are wrong, you know?” I move to the end of the bed and swiftly kneel on the floor in front of him. I’m eye level with his suit-pants-clad dick.
