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“i’m not.” in spite of that he leans closer, mouth dangling a few centimeters away from hers over her shoulder. “you can’t tell me the itch isn’t still there.” 

“well, how do you get them to stop?” duh liv, you can’t. “or get them back, i mean.” 

he could argue it wasn’t an excuse but, chose to play along instead. “it worked though, didn’t it? cuz afterwards you realized how good it felt and you wanted to do it again. bet you still do.”

“you’re right.” he disengages long enough to playfully put an inch or two of space between them again. “i forgot you can’t keep your paws off me. elmer.” as in, the glue.

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“maybe you were but, i’m not.” 

“what?” 

“why would i do that?” when it’s so clear he’d rather be harassing her. “besides, i’ve been assigned to help you with the brockman case so, looks like you and i will be spending lots of time together.” it’ll almost be like they’re married but without the emotional commitment.

yeah. she liked them in pictures or in passing. but, never in her actual home. where they eat, shit, sleep, piss, and shed. when celina joked about getting max a cat initially, it was just that... a joke. not to be taken seriously. “i would’ve settled for chocolates or a nice bubble bath.” the kitten proceeds to purr in celina’s face meanwhile, her resolve remains impeccably airtight. she doesn’t even bother to pet it as she climbs up out of bed, scooping jade along as she goes. “i’m sure it has a home somewhere. if not, we’ll find it one.” maybe mia would like a kitten. celina made a mental note to text her as soon as she got ahold of her phone. “in the meantime, i hope you gave it a bath.” because if max put a four legged ball of fur he found by the trash on her stomach without disinfecting it first, celina might just scream.

the beauty of being immortal was that, you were supposed to live forever. and although, he could heal - that didn’t mean he was immune to pain or torture brought on by those who wished him harm. devrim spent the last couple of days hold up in some warehouse, body strung up like an animal’s. he must’ve bled out a dozen times before he was fed and bled out again. if it weren’t for the coastguard who found him and he repaid by feeding on him, devrim might not have survived. in fact, he was still hungry when he found her, trailing the sounds of her heartbeat from the shadows. his veins were beginning to rub like sandpaper. it was excruciating. “blood,” he croaked, “i need more blood.” 

what part of this is he not getting? she doesn’t give a flying fuck about the neighbors. OR his belongings, which she takes the liberty of chucking at the wall. starting with his phone, followed up by his laptop. paris doesn’t care how crazy she looks in the process, all that matters is she starts to feel a little bit better the more she throws. “why are you doing this? who is she!”

“really?” because a few seconds ago, she was all fired up. now hali’s just supposed to believe savannah shut it off, just like that? “it’s cute, you think it’s that easy.” if it was, she never would’ve brought it up to begin with. “got to admit, you’re hot when you’re fired up.”