Page 111 of Misted

And she shows me, too.

The way her body moulds into mine. The way she screams my name like she waited years to do it. The way she wraps her body around me to sleep, murmuring ‘Hug?’ in her half-asleep state.

When her eyes flutter closed, I watch her, not bothering to fall asleep.

Her hair in my face smells like lilac and fucking heaven. Her legs entwine around mine as she half-lies atop of me.

It’s like we’re back to being kids, sleeping around in the motel room and counting minutes before we had to return to The Pit. There are no guards to watch over us here, but as long as Hades breathes, neither of us is really safe.

Somewhere near dawn, her phone beeps on the nightstand beside me.

I throw a glance, intending to ignore it when I see the text on the screen.

Bring it, Mist. Do you think you can take me?

I snatch her phone and don’t even need to play with the passcode for long. She set it to the date we lost each other.

With my arm still around her, I read one text after the other. One after the other. Years of texts roll before my eyes like knives.

I must’ve been grabbing her too tight because Mist mumbles something and cracks open her sleepy eyes.

Demons crowd my space as I thrust the phone in her face. “What the fuck is this?”