Even in our weakest moment, we have strength and beauty.
Asher
It makes me smile. I fold it and put it back under my pillow as everything else fades for a moment. I just lie here, imagining him drawing me. How did he know I needed to see that? That my life was spiralling again, and my own actions were once again getting me into shit?
Fuck, I screwed Cyrus.
What will the repercussions be? But even as I wonder, I don’t regret it. It was great sex—no, it was incredible sex. Some of the best I’ve ever had, and the fact it felt dirty and wrong only made it that much better. No matter what happens because of it, I can’t help thinking it was worth it to destroy that carefully constructed anger, to see past the hate to the sexual, dominant man beneath.
Even if he destroys me because of it.
I won’t go down without a fight… I never do, after all.
“Bear,” he whispers, and I close my eyes as his low, pain-filled voice fills my head. “It’s okay, look away, don’t watch.”
“Please,” I beg, tears dripping from my eyes as I plead for his life. “Please don’t, let him go—”
“Bear,” he coughs, but I ignore him as my own pain and hopelessness only grows. Fear pounds through me so hard I’m choking on it.
“Please,” I implore, meeting his eyes and shivering at the coldness I see there.
He’s a killer no matter what he says. It’s there in his eyes, even as they lighten with something akin to love.
“If you love me, you won’t kill him,” I sob.
His low, bone-chilling voice fills the space, making more tears roll down my cheeks. I almost shrink as he steps closer. “Soon you won’t have to question my love.”
I jolt awake, fully clothed and coated in a cold sweat. My heart hammers and tears fall down my cheeks. I wipe them away angrily before curling in on myself, and then I breathe deeply to slow my heart and ease the fear shivering through me.
Lucas, I’m sorry…