#hellloooo

TW | Mentions of cheating | Insecurity | Fluff | Resolution of conflict??

like 950 words

You had been cooking dinner while your boyfriend, Simon, was milling around the bedroom to put the freshly laundered sheets back on your mattress. He’d left his phone on the kitchen counter with a timer going for whatever you had in the oven. 

Stirring a pot of sauce on the stove you hum quietly to yourself, before hearing his phone buzz. You assumed it was the timer for the oven, yet when you glanced over to his phone, the screen simply had a text notification. Curious about who could be texting Simon, the man who barely even used his phone, you peeked at the banner.

An unsaved number, a message you were certainly not expecting to see.

Hey hot stuff, when am I seeing you again? 

And then a second message.

S’been too long since we’ve seen each other. 

Your mouth felt dry, the apron you had on was too tight. You swallowed thickly, glancing at the bedroom where you saw Simon stuffing a pillow into a blue pillowcase. You looked back at his phone, blinking hard as the alarm went off, and you took a deep breath. 

Grabbing the chicken from the oven, you clenched your teeth hard, turning off the burner on the stove as well. While taking a few plates out of the cabinet you paused, seeing that you were grabbing one for you and one for Simon. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you put one plate back and closed the door. 

You served yourself a helping of pasta and sat down at the kitchen table without calling your boyfriend out for supper. He could get it himself, since he wanted to go looking for other women. 

After a few minutes, Simon walked down the hallway to the kitchen and kissed the top of your head from behind, his hand catching the side of your neck. He found it a little odd you didn’t make him a plate like usual, but assumed you were just quite hungry. 

“Smelled amazing lovie,” he says softly, moving to serve himself while you watched.

You felt like screaming at him, asking what kind of sleazy woman he was talking to, how he could cheat on you. But you just stared at him, feeling yourself wanting to cry. You just didn’t want to believe Simon would do that to you. He couldn’t.

You were trying to hold it together when he looked down at his phone at the counter, letting out a small “heh” as he read the message, you assumed. He placed down his plate almost immediately, picking up his phone to reply with a slight grin on his face, and then heading back over to the table where you sat. 

“Something funny?” You ask, your voice soft, shaking a bit.

“Nah. S’nothin.”

You just nod slightly, your gaze falling down to your plate of food that didn’t look too appetizing anymore. Simon noticed you had been quiet and moved his hand to the top of your thigh, tilting his head a bit while looking at you. After a few minutes he cleared his throat, squeezing your leg a bit. It made you want to cry. 

“Foods great, dove. Reckon I could eat five more ‘elpings.” 

You still didn’t look at him, just humming a bit.

The rest of dinner was quiet, and Simon felt like he was going crazy. He had gone over ever special date in his mind, every holiday, even the day you said your childhood dog died. He didn’t know what could be wrong.

You eventually started cleaning the kitchen as Simon excused himself to the restroom for a moment. While scrubbing the dishes you heard his phone go off, and you nearly teleported to it, swiping up the lock pad to see the full text exchange. You read his reply immediately.

Miss me that much, eh? Don’t bother me. I’m with the missus. 

I’ll see ya soon enough.

Now you felt like bawling, and you hadn’t even gotten to the woman’s reply yet. Your eyes fell on the chat, as well as the moving text bubble.

Missus can’t wait a minute? 

Bet I’ve seen you naked more times than ‘er.

You wanted to puke, feeling absolutely sick in moments. What the hell was this? Was he really seeing someone behind your back? And when? When did he have the time, you were always with him, he would barely let you out of his sight. 

When Simon walked back out of the bathroom you had gone back to cleaning, and he gently placed his hands on your hips from behind. 

“Dunno what’s ‘appining in that pretty mind of yers, but I’ll finish the cleanup lass, you relax,” he says into your hair, and you feel the first tears start to fall, and you start trembling. 

He absolutely knows you’re crying now, and quickly turns you around in his arms, trying to soothe you and ask whats wrong. 

“Ah angel whats wrong? C’mon lovie, I knew something was up with ye…”

“Who is she?”

His expression changes, and his brows furrow. Simon steps back a moment, hands sliding up to your arms.

“Wot?”

“That… that woman you’re texting… said she wants to see you soon.”

You’re full on crying at this point, chest heaving as you look Simon right in the eyes, lids red rimmed and lip quivering. Hell, you even had a snot bubble. 

His face drops, and then a bit of a smile forms. He pulls you into a hug, laughing a bit as you try to push him off you until he speaks. 

“Ah sweetheart… ‘she’ is Johnny.”

You didn’t believe him at first, not until he called the bastard and put it on speaker when you finally heard Soaps voice. 

“Right about time ya called me, ya cunt. Got a girlfriend and suddenly ya never wanna go to the pub again.”

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Arthur note hey freaky folks here yall smut yall been worry me hell about btw this my first smut book so umm idk how I feel about this one imma get better with the smut … let me know what you like about this and what I need to do better Tyy xoxobre ps shoutout to my girl @villauconnbarcafball been here since day 1 thank you girly❤️

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The rain drummed a steady, heavy rhythm against the window of the dorm room. Azzi sat at her desk, surrounded by open textbooks and crumpled pieces of paper. It was Friday night, and while most people were out, she was stuck trying to finish her math homework. The air in the room felt thick and sleepy from the storm outside.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the wood desk. The screen lit up, showing a notification, but Azzi didn't even look at it. She just wanted to finish this last page. A few seconds later, a text popped up

Kaylabug💜“Come downstairs and open the door. Meet me.”

Azzi sighed, dropping her pencil. "What does she want now?" she muttered to herself.

She stood up, stretched her sore back, and grabbed her black umbrella from the corner. The walk down to the lobby was quiet, the hallway smelling like floor wax and old carpet. When she reached the heavy glass front doors, she pushed them open. The cold air hit her face, and the sound of the rain got much louder, splashing against the concrete.

Right there at the curb, a car was idling with its lights blurred by the downpour. Azzi pulled her hood up, popped her umbrella, and jogged over to the back door.

As soon as she pulled the door open, a thick, sweet cloud of smoke rolled out into the rainy air. The smell of weed was so strong it hit her instantly. She looked at the driver’s seat. Paige was sitting there, her back slumped against the leather. Her eyes were red and heavy, barely staying open as she stared at the dashboard. She was man spreading

in the driver’s seat, her knees knocked wide apart and her hands resting loosely on the bottom of the steering wheel. She looked completely spaced out.

"Finally, you made it," Kayla said from the back. She sounded impatient, leaning back into her seat and checking her nails.

Azzi didn't say a word. She closed her umbrella, shaking the water onto the floor mat, and climbed into the passenger seat. She shut the door, cutting off the sound of the rain, leaving them in the quiet, hazy warmth of the car. Kayla leaned forward, her hand heavy and damp from the rain as she gripped Azzi’s shoulder.

So, girly," Kayla started, her voice dropping to a persuasive whisper. "I really need a huge favor. I need your keys so I can run up and use your bathroom. I’ve been holding it forever and Paige is being a hater she won't even let me out to find a gas station."

Azzi felt the heat of Kayla's hand through her hoodie. She looked over at Paige, who was still slumped in the driver’s seat. Paige didn't even turn her head; she just stared blankly at the windshield wipers flicking back and forth, her jaw relaxed and her legs still spread wide, taking up the entire footwell. She looked like she was in another dimension.

Azzi scoffed, the sound sharp in the cramped, smoky space. She looked back at Kayla in the rearview mirror. "You’ve got to be kidding me," Azzi said,

shifting her weight away from the hand on her shoulder. "You made me walk all the way down here, in the middle of my homework and a literal thunderstorm, just because you have to pee? And you want my keys to go up there by yourself?"

She looked at the dashboard clock, then at the heavy rain blurring the world outside the window. The idea of letting Kayla loose in her room while she was stuck sitting in a car with a high off her mind Paige felt like a bad setup.

"Why can't Paige just drive you to the corner store?" Azzi asked, even though she already knew the answer just by looking at Paige’s glazed expression.

"She’s not moving, Azzi," Kayla groaned, giving Azzi’s shoulder a little shake. "Look at her. She’s locked in. Just give me the keys, it’ll take two minutes, I swear."

"You’re lucky," Azzi muttered. She reached into her pocket, pulled out her keys, and pressed them into Kayla’s hand.

Kayla grinned. "Thanks, Az." She hopped out of the car, slamming the door behind her, and disappeared into the lobby, leaving Azzi alone in the quiet, smoky car with Paige. The silence in the car felt heavy, thick with the scent of weed and the sound of rain drumming against the roof. Azzi stared out the side window, watching the drops race down the glass in blurry streaks. The lobby lights looked far away through the storm, and she wondered how long Kayla would actually take.

Slowly, the leather seat creaked. Paige shifted her weight, finally turning her head toward the passenger side. When Azzi finally looked over, Paige was watching her with those heavy, red-rimmed eyes. She reached up, dragging a thumb across her bottom lip before slowly licking them, her gaze never leaving Azzi’s face.

"You always this quiet?" Paige asked.

Her voice was different than usual. It was deep and dropped into a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to vibrate in the small space of the car. She was still sitting with her legs spread wide, one arm draped over the steering wheel and the other resting on the center console, inches away from Azzi’s hand.

Azzi felt a chill that had nothing to do with the rain outside. Paige looked completely wrecked, but the way she was staring made the air in the car feel even tighter than before.

Azzi narrowed her eyes, trying to read whatever was going on behind that glazed, heavy-lidded stare.

"What you talking bout?" Azzi asked, her voice steady but cautious.

Paige didn’t blink. She just let out a slow, lazy breath that smelled like blunt wraps, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She shifted slightly, her knee brushing against the center console as she leaned a bit closer into Azzi’s space. That deep, raspy voice came out even lower this time, almost like a growl.

"I’m just saying," Paige muttered, her words dragging just a little. "I’ve been sitting here watching you. You just stare out that window like you're a million miles away. You don't got nothing to say to me now that your bestie gone?"

She tilted her head to the side, her braids falling over her shoulder. The way she was looking at Azzi wasn't like her normal, goofy self. There was something intense and heavy about it, fueled by whatever she had been smoking. She reached out with her right hand, trailing her fingers along the edge of the gear shift, moving closer to where Azzi’s leg was.

"I know you ain't that shy," Paige added, her eyes dropping down for a second before snapping back up to lock onto Azzi’s. "Or maybe you just don't like being alone with me. Which one is it?"She leaned back against the passenger door, putting a little distance between her and that heavy, smoky energy Paige was putting out. She looked Paige up and down from the messy braids to the way she was slumped so low in the seat and let out a short, dry laugh.

"Shy? Please," Azzi said, her voice cutting through the quiet. "I'm not shy, Paige. I’m just wondering why you’re looking at me like I’m a snack when you can barely keep your head up straight."

She crossed her arms over her chest, staring right back into those red, heavy eyes. "And I got plenty to say. For starters, you're lucky you didn't hit a pole driving over here in that state. You look like you're seeing three of me right now."

Paige's smirk didn't fade; if anything, it grew wider, her tongue sliding over her teeth as she took in Azzi’s attitude.

"I see you just fine," Paige rasped, her voice sounding like velvet and sandpaper. She moved her hand from the gear shift, letting her fingers graze the fabric of Azzi’s sweatpants near her knee. "And I like the view. You're real cute when you’re acting all tough and concerned."

Azzi felt a heat crawl up her neck, but she didn't move her leg. She just raised an eyebrow, trying to keep her cool. "Keep your hands on the wheel, Paige. You’re high as a kite and Kayla’s gonna be back any second. Don't start something you're too faded to finish."Paige smacked her lips again, a slow, lazy sound. Without a word, she reached out with both hands, her grip surprisingly firm as she hooked them around Azzi’s waist. Before Azzi could even protest, Paige pulled her across the center console and right onto her lap.

The steering wheel pressed against Azzi’s back, and the space felt impossibly small. Paige’s legs were still spread wide, making room for Azzi to sit. The smell of weed and expensive cologne was everywhere now, overwhelming and warm.

Azzi didn't fight it, but she felt her heart racing. She leaned forward, hiding her face by tucking her head into the crook of Paige’s neck. The skin there was warm, and she could feel the vibration of Paige’s slow, steady breathing.

"Stop, Paige," Azzi mumbled, her voice muffled against Paige’s skin. She didn't move to get up, though. Her hands rested weakly on Paige’s shoulders.

Paige didn't let go. Instead, she tightened her hold on Azzi’s waist, leaning her head back against the headrest. She let out a low, raspy chuckle that Azzi felt more than she heard.

"You saying stop, but you ain't moving," Paige whispered, her voice vibrating right against Azzi's ear. She turned her head slightly, her lips grazing Azzi’s hair. "Make up your mind, Az."

Azzi didn't answer Paige’s teasing; she couldn't find the words even if she wanted to. Instead, she let her head heavy against Paige’s shoulder and began to press soft, lingering kisses into the warm skin of her neck. She moved slowly, her lips grazing the spot just below Paige’s ear where the scent of her perfume was the strongest. It was a familiar, aching feeling the kind of habit they both fell into whenever the world got quiet and they were finally alone.

Paige let out a sharp, jagged breath. The lazy, slumped posture she had earlier vanished as she reacted to the touch. Her hand, which had been resting loosely at Azzi’s waist, slid down with a sudden, possessive energy. She gripped Azzi’s rear firmly, her fingers digging into the fabric of her sweats, pulling her body even tighter against her own.

The sudden pressure and the heat of Paige’s palm made Azzi’s breath hitch. A low, soft moan escaped her, vibrating directly against the pulse point in Paige's neck.

The sound was muffled by the thick air in the car, but it was enough to make Paige groan back, a deep sound that rumbled from her chest.

Paige’s grip tightened, her knuckles grazing the leather of the seat as she held Azzi in place. "You're gonna make me forget Kayla's coming back," Paige rasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into the kisses, her head falling back against the headrest. She looked completely gone now,

She moved from the soft, lingering kisses to something more intense. She caught a small patch of skin right above Paige’s collarbone and bit down hard. It wasn't enough to break the skin, but it was firm enough to leave a mark that would definitely be there tomorrow.

Paige’s reaction was instant. Her head snapped back against the headrest with a dull thud, and a sharp, breathy "fuck" escaped her lips. The sound was thick and strained, caught somewhere between a growl and a gasp. Instead of pulling away, Paige tilted her chin up and moved her head to the side, exposing the full length of her neck and giving Azzi even more room to work.

The low eye, heavy lidded look Paige had been wearing since Azzi got in the car sharpened into something much more focused. Her hands didn't just stay at Azzi's waist anymore; she pulled Azzi closer, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Azzi’s sweatpants, dragging her flush against her. The friction of their clothes and the intense heat building between them made the windows fog up even faster, turning the rainy world outside into nothing but a grey, blurry smear.

"You're wild for that," Paige rasped, her voice sounding completely wrecked. She reached up with one hand, her fingers tangling into the hair at the back of Azzi’s head, pulling just enough to keep her pressed firmly against her skin. "Do it again."

Azzi could feel Paige’s heart hammering against her own chest, a fast, rhythmic thumping that matched the frantic pace of the raindrops on the roof. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Paige’s skin and the fading smell of the blunt, before leaning back in to find another spot. Every time Azzi’s teeth grazed her, Paige let out another shaky breath, her body vibrating with every muffled sound Azzi made against her. They were completely locked in

She slid her hand upward, the cool air of the car hitting Azzi’s skin as the fabric of her shirt was pushed up. With practiced, shaky fingers, Paige reached behind Azzi’s back and unhooked the clasp of her bra.

The sudden release made Azzi’s breath hitch. Her chest felt heavy and sensitive in the dim light of the dashboard. Paige didn't waste a second; she reached out and cupped one of Azzi's breasts in her large, warm palm, her thumb grazing the peak. The contrast between Paige's rough, calloused hand and Azzi's soft skin sent a jolt through the car's silent cabin.

Paige leaned forward, her heavy lidded eyes dark and focused. She let her head drop, her mouth replacing her hand on the other side. As soon as she took Azzi into her mouth, a loud, broken moan tore from Azzi’s throat, echoing against the glass. Azzi arched her back, her fingers digging desperately into Paige’s shoulders, clutching the fabric of her hoodie as she was pulled deeper into the seat.

Paige groaned low in her throat, a sound of pure satisfaction. She used her free hand to squeeze and knead, her grip firm and possessive, while she continued to swirl her tongue with a lazy, rhythmic pressure. The steering wheel was pressed into Azzi’s side and the gear shift was digging into her leg, but she didn't care. The world was just the smell of Paige’s skin, the sound of the rain, and the intense, dizzying heat of Paige’s mouth.

Azzi’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in to the feeling, her body trembling on Paige’s lap. Every time Paige sucked harder or squeezed, Azzi let out another soft, shaky sound, her heart hammering so hard she could feel it in her fingertips.

zzi was trembling, her hands shaking as she gripped Paige’s hair. Every breath she took felt like she was inhaling Paige’s scent.

"Please, Paige..." Azzi whispered, her voice cracking as another moan escaped her.

Paige didn't stop. Her movements were heavy and determined. She reached down, pulling Azzi’s shirt over her head and tossing it into the back seat. Then, her hands moved to the waistband of Azzi’s shorts, sliding them down and off her legs until Azzi was completely exposed in the dim, smoky light.

Paige leaned back just an inch, her red eyes wandering over Azzi’s body with a slow, hungry look. She looked like she was in a trance, her chest rising and falling heavily.

"You want it?" Paige rasped, her voice deeper than before, sounding like a growl. She gripped Azzi's hips, her thumbs digging into her skin. "Tell me how bad you want it, Az. Say it."

She waited, her mouth hovering just inches from Azzi’s, her hot breath ghosting over her lips. She wasn't moving until she heard the words.

Azzi’s head fell back against the steering wheel, her eyes squeezed shut. She felt the cold air from the car’s vents on her skin, but where Paige was touching her, she was burning up.

"I want it so bad," Azzi whimpered, her fingers tightening on Paige's shoulders. "Please, Paige... right now."

Paige let out a dark, satisfied hum and

Azzi reached down, her fingers trembling but determined, and caught Paige’s wrist. She guided Paige’s hand downward, past the heat of her stomach, until she pressed Paige’s palm firmly against the damp heat between her legs.

"I want it bad," Azzi whispered directly into Paige’s ear, her lips brushing against the lobe as she shivered.

Paige let out a ragged, guttural sound, her head falling back against the seat again. The contact was electric. Her hand was large and warm, and as soon as she felt how ready Azzi was for her, her fingers didn't stay still. She began to move with a slow, heavy rhythm that matched the dazed, high energy she’d been carrying all night. Her thumb found the center of everything, applying a lazy but firm pressure that made Azzi’s knees go weak.

"Yeah?" Paige rasped, her voice a low vibration that Azzi could feel in her own chest. "You're so slick for me, Az."

Paige hooked a finger under the edge of Azzi's lace, tugging it aside so there was nothing left between her skin and Azzi's. She began to work, her touch deep and rhythmic, making Azzi’s hips roll instinctively against her hand. Every time Paige's palm pressed flat against her, Azzi let out a sharp, broken gasp, her forehead dropping onto Paige’s shoulder as she tried to muffle her sounds.

Paige’s other hand stayed locked on Azzi’s waist, her thumb digging into her hip bone to keep her from moving too far away.

"Look at me," Paige commanded, her voice thick and commanding.

Azzi lifted her head, her hair messy and her eyes hazy with a mix of want and exhaustion. Paige was staring at her with a look of pure, clouded hunger, her pupils blown wide. She moved her hand faster, her fingers curling and sliding with an expert touch that had Azzi arching her back, her breath coming in short, frantic hitches as she neled closer to the edge.

Paige’s hand moved with a sudden, sharp intent, her fingers curling upward and finding that one sensitive internal ridge with a heavy, rhythmic pressure. The friction was intense, perfectly timed with the slow, deep grind of her palm against Azzi's exterior.

Azzi’s entire body went rigid. Her fingers, which had been tangled in Paige’s hair, tightened so hard her knuckles turned white. Her back arched in a sharp, elegant curve, her chest pressing hard against Paige's as the sensation built into something unbearable.

“I-I’m—” Azzi started, her voice a frantic, high pitched thread of sound, but the words died in her throat.

The climax hit her like a physical weight. Her internal muscles clamped down hard on Paige’s fingers as a sudden, hot rush of fluid erupted from her, soaking into Paige’s hand and splashing across the leather of the driver's seat. Azzi’s legs began to shake uncontrollably, her thighs quivering against Paige’s hips as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

She let out a long, broken cry that was muffled by the crook of Paige’s neck, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing hitches. The world was spinning, reduced to nothing but the pulsing heat between her legs and the feeling of Paige holding her steady through the storm of it.

Paige didn’t pull away. She leaned into the mess, her thumb continuing to circle with a slow, grounding pressure even as Azzi continued to twitch and shudder in her lap. Paige let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated deep in her chest, her heavy-lidded eyes watching Azzi’s face with a look of dazed, smug satisfaction.

"Yeah, I got you," Paige rasped, her voice sounding like gravel and silk. She pulled Azzi’s limp body closer, burying her face in Azzi’s damp hair. "I definitely got you."

Azzi was completely spent, her head lolling onto Paige’s shoulder as the adrenaline began to fade, leaving her heavy and floating in the quiet, hazy warmth of the car. The only sound left was the rain and the frantic thud of two hearts trying to find their rhythm again.

She reached into the backseat, grabbing Azzi’s shirt and shorts. Azzi was completely out, her head lolling against the headrest, her breathing deep and rhythmic after the intensity of what just happened. Paige carefully slid the shirt over Azzi’s limp arms and pulled her shorts back up, smoothing the fabric over her damp skin. She adjusted the passenger seat, reclining it so Azzi could rest comfortably, and threw a light jacket over her to hide any lingering mess.

Just as Paige was leaning back into her own seat, trying to catch her breath, the lobby door swung open. Kayla jogged through the rain, shielding her head with her hands, and yanked the back door open. She hopped in, bringing a burst of cold, wet air with her.

"Man, that was close! I thought a RA was gonna see me in the hall," Kayla panted, shaking her hair out. She buckled her seatbelt and looked up, her expression quickly shifting from relief to total confusion. "Wait... what happened to Azzi? Is she dead?"

She leaned forward, peering over the center console at the unconscious girl. Azzi was dead to the world, her mouth slightly open and a faint flush still on her cheeks.

Then Kayla’s eyes traveled to Paige, and her eyebrows shot up. Paige was sitting there, trying to look cool, but she was a mess. Her breathing was still heavy, and in the dim light of the dashboard, Kayla could see the glisten on Paige’s hand it was soaked,

the moisture reflecting the green glow of the radio. Even worse, Paige hadn't realized she had a smear of wetness across her own mouth, and the front of her dark sweatpants had a visible, damp patch where Azzi had been sitting.

"Yo, Paige..." Kayla said, her voice dropping as she put the pieces together. She looked from Paige’s wet hand to the sleeping Azzi, then back to the damp spot on the driver's seat. "Why is your hand all wet? And your mouth? Did y'all... in the ten minutes I was gone?"

Paige didn't even try to come up with a lie. She just wiped her mouth with the back of her wet hand, which only made it worse, and let out a long, raspy chuckle. She looked back at Kayla through those bloodshot, heavy eyes, a smug, lopsided grin spreading across her face.

"She was stressed about her homework," Paige rasped, her voice sounding deeper and more wrecked than ever. "I just helped her relax. Now shut up and let her sleep."

but there's a dark, quiet danger to him, the kind that you don't see coming until it's too late, like the chill of steel against your skin before you even realize it's there. your drunken mischief spirals, fast and merciless, and before you can process what's happening, wrathful hands drag the man out of the place, leaving you behind, frozen in a stunned silence.

you'd expected at most a sharp word or two, something restrained, a reminder of the line that had almost been crossed, not waking up to find that guy as a headline, his face staring back at you on the television, frozen in a grainy photo, deceased, the ends to that investigation tied too neatly.

your eyes drift to his hands, nimble fingers screwing off the cap of the bottle of orange juice, and you see what you missed last night, when he'd wrapped those same hands around your throat as he swallowed every keen and moan. the bruising. it blooms dark and angry across his knuckles, the skin split in certain places, swollen and raw. they look like they've been through war.

his voice breaks the silence first, metal against stone. "a shame." the very ground beneath you shifts, a chilly unease creeping into your bones, the pit in your stomach growing, knot in your throat twisting tighter as your mind races with questions you refuse to voice. confrontation would mean peeling back layers you're not ready to see. so instead, you redirect, grasping for something mundane, something safe.

"what do you want to eat for breakfast?" it comes out warbly, uncertain, but it's all you can manage.

warmth returns to his voice, tone laced with a quiet tenderness as he answers, "whatever you want."

as i reveal my shame to you, i wear it like a tattoo

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