I crave HATRED

I WANT DIRT ON THAT MANS NAME

I WANT TO TASTE HIS TEARS

Colm Greer collapsed into bed. At first. He was then met with a grumble and an emphatic finger pointing him toward the walk-in closet. “No!” He slid back out with a fwwwump and changed into clean pajamas.  “I’m sorry, honey. I wish my nose wasn’t so sensitive, but it just is. You married a wolf, Colm. That’s what you get,” Marie chuckled into his chest as she rolled into him instinctively. “You’re right, you’re right…” he mumbled, kissing her on the forehead. “And don’t you forget it!” Marie yawned and started to settle into his arms. Started. “Waaiiiiit a second.” She popped up on her elbow and poked her mate  in the chest. “I gotta talk to you!” “Uh oh. Why do I think this isn’t about forgetting to mow the lawn yesterday?” “Must be your finely-tuned investigator instincts, Mister Greer.” “Okay, Marie. But you just get to the point. I’m tired,” he yawned. “You got a lot of nerve yawning at me after what David told me today.” Colm closed his eyes and sighed. “What did David tell you today?” “Oh, like you don’t know!” Another sigh. “Marie… It’s late. I don’t know,” he shrugged. “What did I do now?” “Nothing? Nothing rings a bell with you. You didn’t make some little comment about Sam in front of him?” As tired as she was, Marie began to gesticulate emphatically near Colm’s face. He struggled to keep his hands on the bed. Keep his hands to himself. She’s so fuckin’ cute when she’s mad. I just want to– “Are you listening to me?” “Of course I am, baby. I made a comment. I’m sorry.” It was noncommittal, and she was about to see right through it. Colm braced for impact.

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