Page 104 of His Ruin
It’s cute, really. She's trying her hardest to pretend like I'm not even here as she remains focused on the screen. It makes me a little antsy knowing that she's icing me out.
“So,” I begin casually, crossing my ankle over my knee. “Dylan doesn't know how to eat pussy.”
“You’re disgusting,” Melody drawls under her breath.
I shrug, running my hand over my mouth. “It was just an observation.”
“Good thing I don't care about yourobservations,” she mutters.
My lips twitch. “He’s never made you cum that hard, has he?”
“You’re delusional,” she snarls, tucking her blanket closer to her chin.
“Confident,” I correct.
“Full of yourself,” she counters.
I pop a shoulder before mumbling under my breath. “At least I know how to eat pussy.”
Her head swivels to me, rage burning in her eyes. “Shut up or get the fuck out.”
I hold my hands up as if she just pulled a weapon on me. “Whoa, hostile much?”
She rolls her eyes, peering back over at the TV. “You have no idea what my sex life is like, and we’re going to keep it that way.”
“Oh,” I smile connivingly. “I know plenty.”
She snorts. “Yeah? Enlighten me, then.”
I sit forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I chase her eyes. “You get quiet after—irritated. You’re unsatisfied, and you wake up slamming cabinets to piss him off.” Her eyes widen as her head slowly turns to me, but I don't stop. “You text your little group chat of girls and tell them ‘It was fine.’”
Her lips part on a gasp, and I know I've hit the nail on the head. It’s easy to tell when my girl’s needs aren't being met. We learned from each other in the beginning. I know her like the back of my fucking hand.
“No one deserves just ‘fine,’ Melody,” I whisper, my eyes shifting to her plush lips. “Especially notyou. You deserve a man who would fucking eat you like his last meal on earth, and still ask for seconds. You deserve a man who would sit through a two-hour rom-com just because he knows it's your favorite genre. You deserve somethingreal.”
She doesn't breathe—doesn’t blink—as if her brain can't catch up. I'm not offering pretty words laced with thin promises. I’m speaking from my heart, an organ I don't use unless it comes to her.
Her lips move, and nothing comes out before she swallows. “And you think you should be the man to give that to me?”
“Do I deserve to be that man?” I ask rhetorically. “No. But ask me if I give a fuck.”
“Do you give a fuck?” She whispers.
My face sets as my eyelids droop. “Not a single one.”
Her throat works; her gaze becomes distant as it drifts down. She stops before she can get to my lips, closing her eyes as she shifts forward. “We can't do this again…”
“I thought I made my stance abundantly clear,” I tilt my head, my eyes searing into her. “I don't ask anymore, pretty girl. Not when it comes to you.”
“I have a choice when it comes to who my heart belongs to, Kaden.” She hisses. “And I choose Dylan.”
His name twists in my gut like a fresh blade. I don't let the wound show as I stand. I make my movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking prey as I inch closer to her. The air grows tight as she sits back, putting space between us.
I lean down, resting one hand on her left and the other on her right as I level our noses. She doesn’t draw back any further, most likely from the fear blowing her pupils.
“Say it again,” I whisper, the sound vibrating between us. “Say you choose him.”
She lifts her chin in defiance, but it’s wobbly. “I choose him.”
