Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“Wait!”
He should have seen it coming, he knew Knox well enough, but the fist flew his way too fast, too unexpectedly. He ended up losing his balance and falling to the pavement with one palm on his aching cheek.
“Fuck you!” Knox spat out, his face twisted into a mask.
The street lights danced around Liv as he shook his head and opened his jaw to relieve the tension on its side. That was… quite a punch.
He and Knox had gotten into physical altercations in the past, but now that he’d tasted this blow, he was starting to suspect Knox had always been holding back.
A woman skirted off the pavement and into the road, passing them at a distance, as if she worried violence might be unleashed on her next. Just fucking great.
“I deserved that,” Liv mumbled, trying to pick himself up, but he lost balance and collapsed to his knees in front of Knox.
“You’re fine. Get up,” Knox snarled at him. “You don’t want your future girlfriend seeing you like this.”
“What—no, it’s not like that, Knox. That’s the whole point. I don’t want to date anyone,” he said, getting back to his feet. The ground and the sky were back in place, and he could focus on the conversation, looking straight into Knox’s eyes. “It’s just a bit of flirting.”
Knox’s nostrils flared, and he shoved at Liv’s chest. “You don’t want to date? You’re literally on a date, so what the fuck are you saying?”
“I don’t want to date girls. See, this is perfect, because there will be no one trying to put a wedge between us. So yeah, I shouldn’t have done that in your presence. I’m just not used to this.”
Knox stared at him as if Liv had grown two heads. Then pushed him again. “Not used to what? Not having pussy on tap? Do you hear yourself? What do you think this is? You were literally inside me half an hour ago!”
Liv didn’t move, withstanding the firm shove. In the glow of the colorful lights draped in the nearest shop window, Knox’s face almost had a softness to it, despite the fury burning in his eyes. “Yeah, but we’re not a couple-couple. I didn’t think you’d get this mad.”
For a moment Knox stood still, staring at him. The hurt was painted all over his face. Did he… think they were? Maybe because he was gay, he saw this differently? But they’d need to talk about that. And what…? Would that mean a forever with Knox? It was something Liv had always entertained as the perfect end game, but never took into account it would mean not sleeping with women. Ever again.
“What are we then? Pals? Bros? Comrades who suck each other’s dicks?” Knox raised his voice, no longer caring to keep their sexuality on the down low.
Liv looked around, but the few people he could see skittered away, not wanting any part in their spat. Good, because the last thing they needed was someone trying to add more fuel to Knox’s fire.
The truth was Liv could have started the talk about their changing relationship, but out in the junkyard, away from women and stuck in a fishbowl with only gay men, he hadn’t given much thought to what happened.
And maybe he should have.
“I… don’t know. We haven’t defined anything.”
This time, Liv saw the fire in Knox’s eyes and knew it meant a punch coming, so he blocked it to protect his face. He still got the next one in the stomach, but that one hurt less.
“Fucking fight me, you asshole! If you didn’t want me, you shouldn't have humped my leg like a horny dog! But no! You always have to take everything, even if you don’t really want it. Like you did with Amanda, or how you made me leave you half a pizza, but then didn’t eat it! Am I that cold fucking pizza now?”
“What pizza? You’re not making any sense, and I didn’t do this on purpose,” Liv started, but his confidence dwindled when Knox started blinking all too frequently despite his eyes throwing daggers. This was the last thing he wanted to do. He fucking loved Knox and would have rather cut off his finger than hurt him, but he couldn’t turn back time. “Let’s talk about this at home, okay?”
“No! Let’s not! There’s nothing to say here. I thought you were my boyfriend, and now I find out I’m just a convenient fuck to pass the time. You always did this to girls. I don’t know why I thought I’d be special.” Knox shook his head, and the fact that he took a step back was somehow more hurtful than another punch would have been.
Did he think there was nothing left to fight for? Over some girl whose name Liv didn’t know? Whose number was more of a trophy than anything else?