Page 26 of Riot
She swallows. “Yours?”
I nearly jump for joy at her joining in. “Blue,” I reply with a secretive grin, knowing she won’t understand—not yet. I wait eagerly, hoping she’ll ask more.
“Favorite hobby?” Her voice is quiet, but I swear to God it’s a landslide in my heart.
She is trying to get to know me. I feel like a fucking king. I can’t praise her, though, because she’ll close down.
“I like to cook and learn new recipes,” I answer.
She grins at me. “I hate cooking.”
“I’ll cook for you then.” I wink. “What’s yours?”
“I used to like pottery. I guess I became too busy for it and haven’t touched it in a while, plus my label didn’t like that it took time away from my music.”
I want to throttle them. This girl deserves to do what makes her happy. She gives so much to her music and to the world, so why can’t she have something for herself?
“You should start again if you enjoy it,” I murmur as I fill her plate again. “It isn’t up to them. You have to do things for yourself or what’s the point in living? Your life is more than just creating music or being Fallon.”
Her eyes rise to mine. “What if it isn’t?”
“Then we’ll have to change that,” I tell her. Her sadness tells me that she doesn’t think she deserves anything outside of being a singer. She deserves to live big, even without music, and I silently promise her that I’ll give her that.
I’ll make her fall back in love with living, then she’ll live so hard they won’t be able to catch her ever again.
I send the text before silencing my phone. The couch is too narrow and short, but I’d sleep on glass to be this close to her. I expected her to kick me out, but by the time our game ended and we finished eating, it was really late, and I think she felt bad, so she let me stay.
I can hear tossing in the bed, and it’s driving me crazy, imagining her sleek curves in nothing but a T-shirt with my name on it. My cock has been hard since she came out in it, but now that I’m in the dark room, my desire is so hard not to act on. I know she isn’t ready. I need to win Fallon’s heart before I take her body, otherwise she’ll discard me along with all the others.
I fist the blanket she threw at me, wondering if she would hear me if I got myself off. Probably, and then she’d kick my ass. I smile when she huffs.
Rolling from the couch, I head her way and slide into the bed on the other side. She sits up, glaring at me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she hisses.
“If you toss and turn any more, you’ll fall off the bed. I thought you were feeling lonely, so I figured this was the only way we could both get a good night’s sleep.” I prop my arms under my head, grinning as I close my eyes.
“Well, you’re wrong. Go,” she demands.
“No thanks, I’m comfortable,” I reply without looking at her.
I can feel her silently fuming, her eyes burning into the side of my face. “Kage.”
“Fallon.”
I swear I hear her teeth cracking—she’s grinding them that hard. “Move now.”
“Shh, I’m trying to sleep,” I mumble.
“I can’t believe you.” She sits there until she finally gives up, realizing I’m not moving. With a growl, she flops back. “Why the hell am I stuck with you?”
“Just lucky I guess.” I sigh as I roll over and drape my leg over her. She writhes, trying to kick me off, but I’m much bigger, and she eventually gives up.
“Lucky my ass. You’re like an annoying Chihuahua or golden retriever,” she hisses.
“Guess that makes you a black cat.” I crack my eyes open, looking at the dark shape of her face next to me. “Good, I always liked pussy.”
“Oh my fucking god!” She groans as I chuckle.
“Just give in, sweetheart, it’s easier,” I cajole, and she huffs, but I feel her relax, and only ten minutes later, she is snoring softly. I cheer silently in victory. My girl is sleeping right next to me, her warm body under the covers separating us, and despite the fact that I’m cold, I don’t move. I don’t want to disturb her, even if I freeze to death.