Page 67 of Dark Tangled Truths

Me:

Not my finest performance, but I lack sufficient direction

Sex God:

Corner above the door

I hate night mode, but it’s good to see your face

Even if you’re glaring at me

Me:

Go to sleep

Sex God:

I can’t without you

My heart feels too tight for my chest. I bite my lip. I have Hawk and Cam, but he’s all alone. But I knew he’d miss me.

Me:

Check the pocket of your bag

I wait for a few minutes to see if he’ll find it.

Sex God:

Fuck, little devil

I arch an eyebrow at the camera, imagining him holding a pair of my panties. Not the new ones that he buys me but the cotton ones I always used to wear. That I wore for him. I don’t know where he keeps them, but I know he has a collection of my panties somewhere.

Me:

Full disclosure, I put those in your bag before we went to bed the other night

Sex God:

I’m glad you weren’t mad at me then

Me:

I don’t want to be mad at you

I can’t help the confession. Curling into the corner of the couch, I try to imagine how we got to this place. Where the only way to fight was to blurt out truths?

Sex God:

I’m not mad at you, Evan

I rub my chest on my heart.

Me:

It feels like you are

His words from earlier echo in my head. He’s not ready to apologize. That means he might be sorry for what he said.