Neon Blue E Frost (speld decodable readers .TXT) đ
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I wake to his mouth on mine. His arms tight around me and his hand in my hair. âSweetness,â he says between kisses. âYou awake?â
âMuh-huh.â I crack open an eye. Still dark in my bedroom. I definitely donât have to get up if itâs still dark.
Look at me, he says into my mind.
I guess he remembered.
I stretch. Brush his dreadlocks over his shoulder as I wrap my arm around his neck, Flex my legs against his. And finally, look up into his eyes. Those dark eyes; the pupil shimmering with a trace of neon.
âHi,â I whisper.
Donât âhiâ me this morning. I didnât call you a whore. You know I didnât. Why the fuck did you decide to pick a fight with me when I was that confused?
I shove his chest and scoot away from him in the bed. âIt sounded like âwhore,â Jou! Why would you decide to pick a fight with me now when you know Iâm not a morning person?â
ââCause we gotta get this straight,â he growls. He goes up on one elbow and glowers at me, eyes blazing so brightly I have to squint into the glare. âWhen I say somethinâ you donât understand, fuckinâ ask me!â
âHow about you donât go using words I donât understand, which sound exactly like insults!â I scoot back another few inches and pull the blankets over me. He doesnât get to see me naked when weâre fighting, either. âYour post-whatever-amnesia is great, Jou. Very selectiveââ
âI donât like it, either,â he growls. âWhy dâyou think I donât come? Ainât âcause I donât want to. You make me need to sow you â worseân any human Iâve ever been with â anâ then you use it against me when I fuckinâ do.â
âSow me? Iâm not a field, Jou! If you donât like it, donât comeââ I snap my mouth shut when I hear how selfish that sounds. Am I really that mean? No, heâs just making me crazy. âI didnât mean that.â
âI wonât anymore.â He turns his head away, letting his dreadlocks fall over his face. The lightshow dies to a faint glow. He rolls onto his front and props his head in his hands. Rubs his face.
âJou, I didnât mean that.â I touch his shoulder tentatively, and when he doesnât shrug me off, rub my hand up and down his back. âI didnât mean it. You should be able to come. Iâll justââ I donât know what Iâll just. Damn. âIâll work on a memory charm for you or something. I donât know. But you should be able to come. Itâs not fair on you.â
âI got a memory charm.â He turns his head and looks at the headboard. âFuck, why didnât I see it last night? Iâm gonna have to paint arrows all around the room.â
I glance at the headboard, and the wall behind it. The wall he evidently wrote something important on, which I canât see even with my Sight. The wall he had his back to all night. âSorry, I guess I should have told you to read it. I canât see it, you know. I didnât know if it was still there.â
âItâll be there until the wallâs torn down. You canât see it âcause it ainât written in your spit.â
âYou wrote on my wall with spit? Gross, Jou.â
He chuckles. âCoulda done it with come, sweetness. Though you mighta been able to see that. Dries kinda shiny.â
Disgusting. âWill you tell me what it says?â
âNo. Wouldnât make any sense to you anyway. Like I said, itâs a memory charm. Just a way for me to find my way back. âSides, you said you didnât want to know my true-name.â
âIs that whatâs written there?â I ask. It strikes me thatâs a dangerous thing to have written on my bedroom wall. Just because I canât see it, doesnât mean no one else can.
âYeah.â He reaches out and hooks his hand around my waist. Pulls me across the bed and tucks me under him. âNext time, if I donât look at that wall first thing, you remind me.â
At least there will be a next time. âOkay.â
He shakes his dreadlocks back over his shoulders and looks down into my eyes. âI didnât like that. Wakinâ up and remembering how you looked at me. How cold you were after. How you yelled at me to get out of youââ
I frame his face with my hands. âI didnât yell.â
âI didnât like it, any of it. I wanted to sleep inside you.â
I canât imagine how sore that would leave me; Iâd better brew some more healing potions. âThatâs a really bad word, Jou.â
âHloreâs just a human whoâs offered their soul to a demon, sweetness, nothing more.â
I tug on one of his dreads. âThat doesnât actually make it any better, given how I feel about that particular subject. Can we drop it? Iâm sorry it happened. Iâm sorry I didnât remind you about that wall, and Iâm sorry I reacted the way I did.â Although I canât see reacting any other way to being called a whore, whether itâs my body or my soul Iâm selling. Whatever. âLetâs forget about it, okay?â
He leans in and kisses my forehead. Yeah, okay.
âFriends?â I ask, before I realize what a stupid question that is.
He looks down at me for a moment. âNever seen any point in beinâ friends with a human.â A smile slowly brightens his dark eyes. âBut if thatâs the way in with you, Iâll be your b.f.f.â
I shake my head at him.
His fingers trace my cheek, slip down my neck to my breast. He traces a familiar pattern on my skin, and my skin heats in response.
âJou?â
âYeah?â
âUm, didnât this end badly last time?â
He chuckles. âJust means we need more practice, sweetness.â
His restored humor sets the tone
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