Page 91 of Twisted Little Game
“I think I’m going to call it a night,” Tate tells him, pulling out his phone and glancing at it for the millionth time. “It was fun, though.”
Kian gives Tate a little salute, then nods at me. “Catch you guys later.”
I nod my head. “Goodbye, Kian.”
“Was nice to meet you,” Tate calls after him, but he’s already looking in my eyes again.
“Come here,” I tell Tate, and I take his hand to lead him around to the back of the tent stalls. I take him behind the music stage, shrouded by a stack of tall boxes of equipment.
“Sorry to interrupt a date with this blue-haired boy,” I tell him. “Did you have fun, drinking into oblivion?”
“Kian’s cute, but he isn’t my type.”
“Did he make you uncomfortable?”
“I wasn’t afraid of him, if that’s what you’re asking—”
“You’ve looked uncomfortable about a dozen times tonight,” I tell him.
“I just wanted to have a fun night at the fair.”
I reach out and squeeze his arm. “You haven’t been having fun?”
The truth is that Tate hasn’t looked at his phone since the moment Kian left.
“Kian never made me uncomfortable. Just was trying to find a way to let him down easy. Was flattering when he told me I’m fuckable, though.”
“Well, he will never get to do that.”
Tate lifts an eyebrow. “Roman.”
I speak more slowly, drawing out every word. “Kian is never going to fuck you.”
Tate’s eyes sparkle. “Because you really do dictate when I decide I need to get fucked.”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t want him.” Tate sighs, leaning his forehead on my chest for a moment. “I only want you.”
A breeze blows through the trees, fluttering the tops of the tents on the stalls in the fair.
It smells like the start of rain.
The clouds are thicker in the sky now, and the air is even colder than it was when we arrived.
“There is nothing that feels as good as you feel,” I murmur.
“But we aren’t safe, Roman,” he whispers. “So what the fuck are we supposed to do?”
I bring my hand up under his chin and gently tip his head back.
“I don’t know what we’re supposed to do. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted another person,” I tell him.
Holy fuck.
That is the truth.
It feels like something is pushing at the seams inside my body.
