It was stilted and awkward, as all conversation between us was anymore. We used to be able to talk to each other, just look at each other and know what the other was thinking, but now we were just two people hurting for different reasons, trying to pretend like it didn't rip us apart to breathe the same air.
I wasn't expecting him to move but suddenly he was up in... my face with a rattle of the chains that hung off his wallet to his belt, and a clinking of rings on his fingers, as he grabbed the metal rail on either side of me. Those blazing eyes were millimeters from my own, and I could see the way his anger pulled down the corners of a mouth that had loved me in so many different ways. I knew Jet had a lot of rage inside of him, knew that he struggled to keep a lid on the volcano of emotion that roiled inside of him, but I never expected to see it unleashed because of me. It burned and popped across all my exposed skin and all I could do was stand there and take it, while he glared at me and growled,
“Does it even matter?”
I dropped everything in a messy, blood stained pile on the floor and turned the water on as hot at it would go. When the steam filled the room, I climbed in and let the scalding burn slide over my head and down over my shoulders. I wanted to wash the entire day away, but that was far-fetched because I still had a dad in the hospital and a looming court date, and no matter how hot the water was neither of those things were going to simply wash away.
I flexed my hands under the water and watched dispassionately as the dried blood swirled with the water down the drain. The slice on my face started to sting and I was going to scrub it, when the glass door to the shower opened and I felt soft hands slide around my waist and rest on my stomach. A feather-light kiss landed on the back of my neck and I felt her lay her cheek on the center of my spine.
The corner of his mouth kicked up
in a grin that made my skin tingle. “As long as I can continue to write songs
that are good enough to bring beautiful, dark haired girls knocking at my door I
can be happy. I’ll sing you anything you want Ayd if it means you keep looking
at me the way you’re looking at me right now and the long run can take care of
I knew if I let him he would own me. If he sang to me
with that beautiful voice, played the guitar for just me with those hands
covered in heavy rings and tipped in black finger nail polish that he would just
simply own me that was all there was to it. He was already close and I was doing
my best to keep him at a distance because I knew none of those things, his
beautiful voice or his wild hair and ink covered skin belonged in my long term,
but letting that take care of itself was sounding better and better by the
second. I slid my hand a little farther up his thigh and watched as little
sparks shot off of the golden outer rim. He was my temptation, had been for a
long time now and good Ayden, or bad Ayden, we both wanted him, only
He rocked back on the heels of his boots and spikes in his ears made him look extra devilish. A half grin twisted up his mouth and it was easy to see why girls all across town were so in lust with him. “To be honest I want to have sex with you, lots and lots of sex.”
I felt my eyes pop open wide and my mouth fall... open. I guess there was something to be said for honestly but I hadn’t been expecting that.
“I also want to know what you’re thinking about when your eyes go from gold to bronze and why your accent gets thicker when you get upset. I want to teach about music and show you that you’re missing out just listening to that crap on the radio. I want you to come to shows and let me finish what I started in the bathroom. I want you to smile at me, just me so that I know you’re thinking something really naughty and really dirty and oh so good and maybe if we can get that far I want to take you to meet my mom so maybe she can see what a woman that can take care of herself looks like. Maybe she can see that even though that piece of shit raised me I learned how to be an okay human being all on my own because you’re willing to give me a shot. I don’t know Ayden, I want anything you’re willing to give me because right now I’m falling apart and I think you are the only that can put me back together.”