Diem: Maybe I want him to ask questions
I slam my head into the pillow and scream. The phone buzzes again, and I consider tossing it over the side of the bed.
Why bother? The dick would just find another way to harass me.
Diem: Sweet dreams, little Iris
Iris: That’s it?
Diem: What? You want more?
The winky face sends me over the edge, and I mutter profanities.Any news?
Nope, just hang tight
Setting the phone aside, I drop back to the pillow and close my eyes. I’m glad everyone else on the planet thinks I have time to sit around and wait. Fuckers.
∞∞∞
Once again, I’m staring at the ceiling when Bastion appears hours later for bed.
He drops his pants and pulls his shirt over his head. Greedily, I run my eyes over the planes of his chest until he pulls back the covers and drops beside me.
Turning to my side, I rest my head on my hand. His chest gleams in the light of the moon, and I itch to touch him, feel his heat beneath my palm.
Could his warmth melt the ice enshrouding my heart?
“What?” He grumbles, and I shrug.
“Why do you want me here so badly?”
“Why do you sleep with a nightlight?”
Huffing, I move to turn over, but he rolls into me and brushes his big chest against mine. Closing my eyes against the need only he evokes, I sigh when he says, “Well?”
“I don’t like the dark,” I say tartly. “Happy now?”
“No,” he says, searching my gaze. “Where did you go when you left?”
“I had things to do,” I say.
“Did you go to John?”
Shaking my head, I smile. “No, B. But even if I had, so what?”
“I’ll tell you what, you’re mine, Iris. Mine. You want to fuck someone for help, fuck me.”
I’m speechless at his declaration before I set the ache in my heart aside. Dick.
“Fuck you?” I ask, slamming my hand against his chest. “You’re an ass.”
“What? Did I lie?”
Turning my head away, I refuse to answer until he grabs my chin. “Well?”
“Not you, B.” I’m grateful it’s too dark to see much beyond shadow because I can’t stop the tear that rolls down my cheek.
“Not me? Too fucking bad. I’ll tie you to this bed if I have to.”