Page 112 of Hell Hath No Fury
“We’ve all got a lot of healing to do if you think I'm going to be anything like the little girl I was before.” Layla waves her parents and his men away.
My friends hang back, knowing they have an ass-kicking to inflict. But first, they give Layla and I a little privacy.
“Thank you.” Layla leans forward and kisses me on the lips.
Our first proper kiss.
“Anytime,” I reply, trying to act cool.
“You understand why I have to go with them, don't you?”
“Yes,”–I nod– “you gotta sort your head out, first.”
“Before we marry and have lots of babies,” she giggles, and it’s a beautiful sound.
“Fuck. I'm actually tempted to ask them to put me out of commission down there.”
“Don't you dare, Caim. I’ll be back. Maybe not in the next few weeks, but I’ve found a darkness in you that matches my own. I’m not walking away forever.”
“Go heal, my dark beauty. You know where I am when you’re ready.”
I don’t realize I still have my hand touching her through the t-shirt. She looks down at it and smirks. Before I can say anything, she pulls the shirt over her head and hands it to me.
“To remember me by.”
I go to give it back to her, but she's already striding out of the clearing and back to her parents, butt naked.
“I think we got the better end of the deal, keeping you. She’s going to be trouble” Prez steps up and puts his arm around my shoulders.
“Yep. She’s going to be a firecracker to handle,” Iron chuckles.
“I think I know a man who can tame her, though." Heat winks at me and sends a fist flying into my stomach.
I cough at the sudden pain.
“You’re just jealous because she wants my weapon of torture rather than yours,” I retort, and we all laugh until they start taking it in turns to hit me. That part isn't so funny, and pretty soon, I’m not laughing anymore.
The end.
