Page 46 of Make Me Bleed
I’m literally the worst person when it comes to common sense… so I should just do the opposite of whatever it is I think I should do…
I barely resist stamping my foot on the ground and crossing my arms over my chest in a tantrum fit for a four year old becauseI don’t want to.
I want Peris.
I always have.
And he’s here, reaching out tomethis time.So, why the fuck shouldn’t I?…
Because this time, I can do whatever the fuck I want.
There’s no one stopping me… stoppingus.
We’re not foster brothers anymore, as hot as that was. We’re adults now. Free to make our own choices, as stupid and as fucked up as they may be.
“Oh, damn it all to hell,” I mutter as I reach down and pick up my phone from where I dropped it on the bar top.
Me:
Who’s me?
His response is instant, like he waswaitingfor me.
Unknown:
Don’t fuck with me.
I shiver, reading his tone clear as day through those four words, anddamn,it’s like he still fucking knows me.
That’s kind of irritating.
And hot.So hot.
I run my fingers through my sweaty hair, relishing in the wet drops that drip down my neck and slide down my back. My thumb taps alongside the screen as I ponder what to say for a moment before I change his number in my phone with a hazy smirk, knowing he’d be so fucking pissed if he saw, but how can I not?
He’ll always be my baby boy.
Me:
Sorry, baby boy.
Three dots pop up immediately, just as I knew they would.
Baby boy:
Don’t fucking call me that.
Me:
Why?
Baby boy:
You know why.
My heart clenches unexpectedly, and I pick up my drink and chug it until there’s nothing left, and then, I drop it onto the bar top with a deep breath I can’t really feel through the burning that’s taken over.
When I can finally take a breath again, I respond to him, more solemnly.
