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stall. “It’s too bad she’ll never get to hear it. She has a really bad habit of running away from me lately.”
I slowly drew my legs up, hoping he wouldn’t see me. Noticing the strap-on laying on the floor, I attempted to pick it up without being noticed.
The abrupt knock on my stall door scared me. “Unlock the door, or I’ll kick it in, Nik.”
Standing, to prevent the door from knocking into my knees when it opened, I did as directed.
The disappointment swathing his face was pushed aside when he saw my tears. “She was a nobody.” He quickly took my hands in his and forced my back against the stall door until it closed. “You should’ve decked her. Would’ve been hot to watch you inflict massive amounts of pain onto that bitch’s body.”
“It wasn’t really her.” I scratched the back of my hands, having trouble maintaining his eye contact. “I can’t say it was her, or she’ll wind up committing suicide under strange circumstances.”
“Nikki,” he growled, pulling my hands away from each other to halt the assault.
“I know. I normally would’ve said something. Between her and the woman I shared a cab with last night—so many women know things about you that I don’t. It’s not that I want to know everything. Despite being nosy about things, I’d rather not know. It’s just—it bothers me when…”
“Other women talk about me?”
“Maybe it’s because I lie every time you ask me if I trust you. Deep down, maybe I don’t. In retrospect, I really shouldn’t.”
He slipped his arms around my waist to hold me closer. “Have I ever done anything to directly hurt you, Nik?”
“That is such a loaded question, Eric.” Sighing, I tucked the heavier side of my hair behind my ear. “Sometimes, I think I’m one of those sad woman who falls in love with a serial killer after he’s been imprisoned. That I think like they do: ‘He has this good side no one else sees.’ I’m willful in my ignorance toward you, because of the things you say and what you do to my body.” I began to laugh uncontrollably.
“Nik,” he warned, his brows furrowing. “What the fuck is up with you?”
“Why can’t it be funny? It should be funny.” My laughter turned into a quiet cry. “It’s starting up again, isn’t it? The mess I could barely handle before. The ominous, scary-looking man? Is he the start of a string of bad things you can’t get away from? The bad things that surround you, but sting me the hardest?” The seeping pressure on my chest I hadn’t felt in a while began to creep up.
He pulled my head out of its descent by kissing me.
I slipped forward, resting my forehead against his chest. Running a palm down the back of my head, he gently shushed me. “Do you remember what I said to you in our vows?”
“No one can—” I sucked in a breath, continuously working internally to bring myself down from my slow crawl into an abysmal state. “—hurt us as long as we believe in each other.”
He gripped my chin, tilting my head up to ensure I met his pensive stare. “You know I believe in you, and what I think of you. Nothing anyone else could say or do should change that. I won’t let them.”
“What about…other things? Am I—am I holding you back from your charade to appear normal by being around other people?”
“If anything, you’re saving me from doing things I really don’t want to do. The shit I don’t have to do with you. You know me like no one else does and they never will. These things—the people—they are useless, moderately entertaining stand-ins. I only came here because you were going stir-crazy…and I owed you a honeymoon.” He slowly smiled, but I couldn’t mirror his expression.
I recollected the silent interaction exchanged with his best friend shortly after he was visited by an ominous man. Plus, I couldn’t believe him completely—Casper no longer seemed like a useless stand-in. “Casper customized one of the most
I slowly drew my legs up, hoping he wouldn’t see me. Noticing the strap-on laying on the floor, I attempted to pick it up without being noticed.
The abrupt knock on my stall door scared me. “Unlock the door, or I’ll kick it in, Nik.”
Standing, to prevent the door from knocking into my knees when it opened, I did as directed.
The disappointment swathing his face was pushed aside when he saw my tears. “She was a nobody.” He quickly took my hands in his and forced my back against the stall door until it closed. “You should’ve decked her. Would’ve been hot to watch you inflict massive amounts of pain onto that bitch’s body.”
“It wasn’t really her.” I scratched the back of my hands, having trouble maintaining his eye contact. “I can’t say it was her, or she’ll wind up committing suicide under strange circumstances.”
“Nikki,” he growled, pulling my hands away from each other to halt the assault.
“I know. I normally would’ve said something. Between her and the woman I shared a cab with last night—so many women know things about you that I don’t. It’s not that I want to know everything. Despite being nosy about things, I’d rather not know. It’s just—it bothers me when…”
“Other women talk about me?”
“Maybe it’s because I lie every time you ask me if I trust you. Deep down, maybe I don’t. In retrospect, I really shouldn’t.”
He slipped his arms around my waist to hold me closer. “Have I ever done anything to directly hurt you, Nik?”
“That is such a loaded question, Eric.” Sighing, I tucked the heavier side of my hair behind my ear. “Sometimes, I think I’m one of those sad woman who falls in love with a serial killer after he’s been imprisoned. That I think like they do: ‘He has this good side no one else sees.’ I’m willful in my ignorance toward you, because of the things you say and what you do to my body.” I began to laugh uncontrollably.
“Nik,” he warned, his brows furrowing. “What the fuck is up with you?”
“Why can’t it be funny? It should be funny.” My laughter turned into a quiet cry. “It’s starting up again, isn’t it? The mess I could barely handle before. The ominous, scary-looking man? Is he the start of a string of bad things you can’t get away from? The bad things that surround you, but sting me the hardest?” The seeping pressure on my chest I hadn’t felt in a while began to creep up.
He pulled my head out of its descent by kissing me.
I slipped forward, resting my forehead against his chest. Running a palm down the back of my head, he gently shushed me. “Do you remember what I said to you in our vows?”
“No one can—” I sucked in a breath, continuously working internally to bring myself down from my slow crawl into an abysmal state. “—hurt us as long as we believe in each other.”
He gripped my chin, tilting my head up to ensure I met his pensive stare. “You know I believe in you, and what I think of you. Nothing anyone else could say or do should change that. I won’t let them.”
“What about…other things? Am I—am I holding you back from your charade to appear normal by being around other people?”
“If anything, you’re saving me from doing things I really don’t want to do. The shit I don’t have to do with you. You know me like no one else does and they never will. These things—the people—they are useless, moderately entertaining stand-ins. I only came here because you were going stir-crazy…and I owed you a honeymoon.” He slowly smiled, but I couldn’t mirror his expression.
I recollected the silent interaction exchanged with his best friend shortly after he was visited by an ominous man. Plus, I couldn’t believe him completely—Casper no longer seemed like a useless stand-in. “Casper customized one of the most
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