REAPER:
Do you want to move back to your own room again? Was it too soon?
I hated asking because I was afraid she’d want that. But her mental health was more important than my desire to hold and kiss her, so I waited as the dots danced, stopped, and then danced some more.
KINSLEY:
Do you want me to?
I wanted to temper myself, but my fingers flew over the keys, and I immediately typed my response, hitting send before I could change my mind.
REAPER:
No, I’d hate it, honestly. It’s hard enough that I miss you on the two nights you sleep with my brothers. It’s a damn good thing I love them.
KINSLEY:
I’m glad you love them as you do. You’re an amazing brother. Now, let’s go with a truth.
REAPER:
What’s your biggest fear?
KINSLEY:
Dying a virgin.
REAPER:
I can help with that. Just say the word. But seriously, biggest fear?
KINSLEY:
Being abandoned for a naughtier kitten.
REAPER:
I’m trying to be serious with you.
KINSLEY:
I’m trying to avoid answering, if you can’t tell. Some things are best left unsaid. Now go back to work. I’ve got to rest my hands if you want that back rub later.
Little shit. At least she was being honest. I spent the rest of the day trying not to focus on the comment.Some things are best left unsaid. I was surprised later when she messaged me again.
KINSLEY:
Do you think we could talk when you get home?
REAPER:
Of course, is everything okay?
KINSLEY:
Yes, just need to really talk withyou, is all.
REAPER:
