"Not mad at you."
"Oh God, you're mad at yourself? Am I about to get this whole speech about my brothers and parents and how we can't do this?" I grab my shirt off the floor before going back over tothe bed. I pull it down over her head, then grab my boxers and put them on.
"Oh, we're doing this." I let out a humorless laugh. "You need to get that shit out of your head because that will piss me off."
I easily pluck her out of the bed before sitting down on it with her in my lap, my back to the headboard.
“You’re confusing.”
“Well, you fuck with my head, so…”
“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes. I give her ass a small smack. “You!” Cosima hisses, her cheeks flushing. Oh, I know she enjoys the spankings. I felt and tasted it for myself.
I hadn’t planned on spanking her, but I’ve done it a million times in my head when she would have one of her fits. I know her, so my instincts told me she would enjoy it, and I’d been right.
“God, I missed you.” I cup the back of her head, pulling her closer, resting my forehead against hers.
“I kind of, maybe a tiny bit, missed you too. But just this much, okay?” She pinches her fingers together to show me how much she missed me. In her true bratty fashion, it’s the smallest amount imaginable.
“All right.” I shake my head, fighting a smile. “I am sorry. I didn’t know, but it’s not an excuse.” Cosima tries to pull back, but my grip on her neck is firm. I relent, letting her have it, only a few inches.
“Why did you leave that way? I knew you were mad, but that was?—”
“Cruel,” I fill in for her. “It was beyond fucked up, and I hate myself for it.”
“Then why do it?” Her brows pull together, and I can tell she’s fighting her emotions. I don’t want her to do that with me.
Cosima is a ball of emotions. You never know what you might get, but that’s her. She cares deeply, and she’s not bad at hidingthat. People see her outbursts as her being a brat, and don’t get me wrong, she can be a brat, but I love every part of her. All those things make up who she is. She has a heart of gold, and she loves hard once you gain her trust.
“I don’t think you’ll believe me,” I admit.
“I know you wouldn’t lie to me. That’s why I thought you took off. You didn’t want to tell me you regretted what we’d done.” I want to kick my own ass for making her ever imagine that was the reason.
“That’s not why I took off, and I do partly regret what I did.” Cosima tries to move back more. She’s going to need to learn that I’m not letting her go, but then again, she enjoys that struggle. “Let me finish.” I pull her back in, brushing my mouth to her. The second I do, she melts into me.
There’s nothing like the feeling I get from having her be this way in my arms. It’s a high that I don’t get from anything else. Not even being the best at computers gives me the same feeling because it’s a skill set that has come easy to me. But damn, the ability to make Cosima melt with only a kiss is my real superpower, and one I’m lucky to have. And I’m not ashamed to admit I’ll use that power when I need to.
“Fine, finish then.” One of her delicate shoulders shrugs, causing the shirt to slip off, revealing it. I have the urge to kiss and stroke the skin there. How does this turn me on? I know why; it’s not any shoulder, it’s Cosima’s, and she’s using it to pretend to not care and sass me. So, yeah, it turns me on.
"The last time I felt real fear was when my parents died. There had been so much blood." I close my eyes for a second, still hating to recall that night.
"You never talk about that with me." Now Cosima scoots closer.
"I've never talked about it with anyone before."
"Really?" Her brows rise, and a soft smile tugs at her lips.
"Really."
"You can talk to me if you want."
"I know."
"Do you? I mean, I know I can be?—"
"No, Cosima. Don't do that. I know how you can be, and I love all those parts of you."
Cosima's eyes widen. "Love?"
