scarring it."
"Cam could drink a beer faster than most guys
I know," Kyle said, veering the conversation away from scars before
laughing softly. "And I don't know if you ever noticed, but she
used to do this weird thing with cereals."
I smiled and turned my face up so I could see
him. "She would scoop the cereal up with a spoon, but tip it
sideways and let the milk spill out before she ate them."
"Yeah," Kyle said eagerly as his eyes lit up.
"It used to drive me fucking crazy."
"Me too," I chuckled. "She always did that.
Since as long as I can remember."
"Such a waste of milk," he mused.
"I used to drink her leftover milk when I was
small," I admitted, red faced.
"Uh..." Kyle groaned. "That's fucking gross,
baby."
"What," I shrugged. "It was a waste and I was
hungry. And in my defense I was like four or something."
"Were you hungry a lot as a child?" he asked
in a soft voice.
"Not really," I mumbled, arching my back to
ease the throbbing. "I mean, I was never full, but I wouldn't say I
was starving…although I probably would've starved if Ted and Mora
weren't so good to me." I frowned as I thought about it. "I'm still
confused as to how he kept me alive as a baby…he was always drunk,
Kyle. Like every single day. It's a miracle he remembered to feed
me."
"Jesus," Kyle muttered as he tightened his
arms around me and kissed my shoulder. "You have to stop. I can't
hear this... I can't."
"Okay, I'm sorry," I muttered. We sat in
silence until I couldn't take it anymore. "I'm sorry for today,
Kyle."
"Lee," he sighed. "Please stop
apologizing."
"What if I'm like him?" I whispered in
mortification. "What if I'm going to turn out like him? Do you
think behavior like that is genetic?"
"You're not now, nor will you ever be
anything like him," he spat. "I'm still trying to figure out how
that bastard's blood is running through your veins."
I sat up and turned to look at him. He was so
sure I was good. He was wrong. "I'm not perfect, Kyle."
"No, you're not," he said with a smirk. "And
I'm glad for that because I'm so fucking far from perfect it gives
our relationship a little balance when you drop your halo and show
you're human. You're so far above me, Lee, I feel like I'm hanging
on to your ankles just to keep you on the ground with me."
"What?" I asked in confusion. "Kyle, that
makes no sense."
"It does to me," he said simply. "We're both
fucked up, Lee. It's nice to know that. It's lonely being the only
screw-up."
Huh...I stroked his cheek with my palm and
smiled sheepishly. "I guess we're both a little broken, aren't
we?"
"That's an understatement." Kyle laughed and
squeezed me tightly. "At least we can be each other's glue. You fix
me and I'll fix you. Deal?"
I smiled. "Deal."
****
"And by the way," Kyle whispered, several
hours later as we were lying in bed facing each other. "Don't ever
leave me hanging like you did this morning. Trust me, my dick hurt
ten times worse than my nose."
"Kyle," I whispered, completely mortified. "I
was b…"
"I don't care," he said before I could
finish. "I don't care about that and neither should you." He yawned
loudly as his eyelids fluttered closed. "I'm not some adolescent
asshole who doesn't understand how a woman's body works," he
muttered, his voice drowsy. "I wanna be inside you…no matter what's
going on inside of you."
"I was worried," I confessed. "I'm still
worried…" My voice trailed off as the sound of Kyle's heavy
breathing filled my ears. I stared at his peaceful face. He looked
so much younger when he was asleep. "I love you," I whispered
before climbing out of bed and into the shower.
****
Chapter 7
Saturday
night…
Lee
"Lee, come on, get dressed," Kyle grumbled as
he pulled my shoes out of our wardrobe and dropped them on the bed
next to me. Rachel's gun hadn’t killed me, but I had a feeling the
pain I'd woken up with would. Getting out of bed this morning and
taking care of Hope was hard enough. I was sore and didn't
"Cam could drink a beer faster than most guys
I know," Kyle said, veering the conversation away from scars before
laughing softly. "And I don't know if you ever noticed, but she
used to do this weird thing with cereals."
I smiled and turned my face up so I could see
him. "She would scoop the cereal up with a spoon, but tip it
sideways and let the milk spill out before she ate them."
"Yeah," Kyle said eagerly as his eyes lit up.
"It used to drive me fucking crazy."
"Me too," I chuckled. "She always did that.
Since as long as I can remember."
"Such a waste of milk," he mused.
"I used to drink her leftover milk when I was
small," I admitted, red faced.
"Uh..." Kyle groaned. "That's fucking gross,
baby."
"What," I shrugged. "It was a waste and I was
hungry. And in my defense I was like four or something."
"Were you hungry a lot as a child?" he asked
in a soft voice.
"Not really," I mumbled, arching my back to
ease the throbbing. "I mean, I was never full, but I wouldn't say I
was starving…although I probably would've starved if Ted and Mora
weren't so good to me." I frowned as I thought about it. "I'm still
confused as to how he kept me alive as a baby…he was always drunk,
Kyle. Like every single day. It's a miracle he remembered to feed
me."
"Jesus," Kyle muttered as he tightened his
arms around me and kissed my shoulder. "You have to stop. I can't
hear this... I can't."
"Okay, I'm sorry," I muttered. We sat in
silence until I couldn't take it anymore. "I'm sorry for today,
Kyle."
"Lee," he sighed. "Please stop
apologizing."
"What if I'm like him?" I whispered in
mortification. "What if I'm going to turn out like him? Do you
think behavior like that is genetic?"
"You're not now, nor will you ever be
anything like him," he spat. "I'm still trying to figure out how
that bastard's blood is running through your veins."
I sat up and turned to look at him. He was so
sure I was good. He was wrong. "I'm not perfect, Kyle."
"No, you're not," he said with a smirk. "And
I'm glad for that because I'm so fucking far from perfect it gives
our relationship a little balance when you drop your halo and show
you're human. You're so far above me, Lee, I feel like I'm hanging
on to your ankles just to keep you on the ground with me."
"What?" I asked in confusion. "Kyle, that
makes no sense."
"It does to me," he said simply. "We're both
fucked up, Lee. It's nice to know that. It's lonely being the only
screw-up."
Huh...I stroked his cheek with my palm and
smiled sheepishly. "I guess we're both a little broken, aren't
we?"
"That's an understatement." Kyle laughed and
squeezed me tightly. "At least we can be each other's glue. You fix
me and I'll fix you. Deal?"
I smiled. "Deal."
****
"And by the way," Kyle whispered, several
hours later as we were lying in bed facing each other. "Don't ever
leave me hanging like you did this morning. Trust me, my dick hurt
ten times worse than my nose."
"Kyle," I whispered, completely mortified. "I
was b…"
"I don't care," he said before I could
finish. "I don't care about that and neither should you." He yawned
loudly as his eyelids fluttered closed. "I'm not some adolescent
asshole who doesn't understand how a woman's body works," he
muttered, his voice drowsy. "I wanna be inside you…no matter what's
going on inside of you."
"I was worried," I confessed. "I'm still
worried…" My voice trailed off as the sound of Kyle's heavy
breathing filled my ears. I stared at his peaceful face. He looked
so much younger when he was asleep. "I love you," I whispered
before climbing out of bed and into the shower.
****
Chapter 7
Saturday
night…
Lee
"Lee, come on, get dressed," Kyle grumbled as
he pulled my shoes out of our wardrobe and dropped them on the bed
next to me. Rachel's gun hadn’t killed me, but I had a feeling the
pain I'd woken up with would. Getting out of bed this morning and
taking care of Hope was hard enough. I was sore and didn't
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