Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 140896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
As soon as the words are out, I curse myself internally for disclosing that information so easily. In fact, I can’t even fathom that I just talked about it to someone other than Uncle Aiden and sometimes Dad.
I’ve been a proud member of the Antisocial Club to the point where I could be elected as its president. That’s why I’ve always prided myself on being private and secretive. I’ve never been an open book, not even when I was younger or with therapists. They tried, but as soon as I perfected the game of social emulation and learned emotion, I played them as skillfully as a chess board.
Mia, however, is different. I tried to play her, but I never quite succeeded.
She looks at me with a sense of understanding instead of clinical judgment. Only three people have ever given me that look. Mum, Dad—after he realized it was pointless to put me on a leash—and Uncle Aiden.
And now, her.
Mia.
She watches me for a few beats as if she could skin me alive and insert herself between my ribs. After careful thought, she signs, “Is that why you’ve been finding it hard to stay still ever since you announced the truce with the Heathens?”
Perceptive little minx.
“Partially.”
“What’s the other part?”
“You playing an infuriating push-and-pull game.”
“Well, I couldn’t trust you before.”
“Does that mean you do now?”
“I’m starting to.” She clears her throat. “Do you feel better?”
I tighten my grip on her waist, my fingers digging into the soft skin. “Now that you’re here, yes.”
“That’s enough?”
“To make the urges dull down, yes.”
“Is that why you said I’m the only one who can quench the rage?”
I nod. “You’re a good sport.”
“But what if I stop being a good sport? Will you dispose of me if I get in your way?”
“You’re not a good sport most of the time and you’re always in my way. You don’t see me pushing you away.”
“What if I never change and continue being difficult and too much myself.”
“That’s what I’m counting on. Don’t ever change. You’re perfect the way you are.”
A shudder rushes through her and she smiles a little. “Did Bran teach you to say that?”
“Fuck no. In fact, I should teach him a few things.”
“Because he’s an empath?”
“That’s a problem as well, but my biggest concern is that he’s a bit of a prude and has little to no experience.”
“Ever thought that’s because girls have used him to get to you?”
I narrow my eyes. “How do you know that?”
“He told me.”
“Getting a bit too cozy with Bran, aren’t you?”
“He’s a very good friend.”
“Hmm.”
“Stop it.” She smiles. “I can’t believe you’re jealous of your own twin brother.”
“I’m not jealous. I’m territorial. Besides, there’s a reason I’m more popular than him.”
“The fact you’re a dick?”
“There’s that. He’s also extremely emotionally stunted sometimes. Don’t let the image he wears so well fool you. There’s another side to him that he keeps under lock and key.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
She observes me with a slight frown, but, thankfully, she chooses to let it go and points at my pad. “Were you sketching?”
“Yeah. Not much luck, I’m afraid.”
“You didn’t sleep?”
“Don’t have time for it.”
“But you never sleep.”
“Sleep is overrated.” I stop there, not wanting to disclose that I do sleep, just not when she’s around.
She’s been single-handedly driving my superior creativity lately and I’d rather get the most out of it than sleep.
Mia glares.
I pinch her cheek. “Did I ever tell you that you look adorable when you glare? It gets me hard.”
Her cheeks redden as she signs, “Everything gets you hard.”
“Not everything. You.”
“Not me. The kinks.”
“Not the kinks. You.” I lift her chin with my thumb and forefinger. “They do offer a sprinkle of spice, and yes, they’re undeniably thrilling, but they’re not strictly mandatory when I’m with you. I used to go to sex clubs and indulge in all sorts of fuckery because normal stopped working out for me since secondary school. Although I managed to reach physical climax countless times, it was never fully satisfying.”
“Even with the kinks?”
“Even with the kinks. You’re the only one I’ve reached a mental climax with.”
“In some time?”
“In ever.”
Her lips curl in a proud smirk. “Guess that means we’re each other’s firsts after all.”
“Don’t get smug Miss Prude Virgin Until Fairly Recently.”
“Virgin or not, I managed to offer the great Landon King something no one else has.” She ruffles my hair, seeming so happy with herself.
I grin in return. “You find me great?”
“Get over yourself.”
“Impossible.”
She shakes her head, but the smile still paints her lips. “What were you working on?”
“Nothing satisfying.”
“Ever thought that you’re too hard on yourself?”
“Not hard—selective. I don’t vibe well with mediocrity.”
“Nothing you make is mediocre.” She points at her statue. “I love it. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, but you can’t take it.”
“Why not?”
“It’s my property, like you, little muse.”