MasukTHEOIt’s one thing to kiss a man for the second time in a matter of weeks.But kissing a man and… liking it? Now that’s an entirely new game plan. One I don’t like but currently unable to stop.The truly nonredeemable aspect of this is doing it, and liking it way more than kissing my girlfriend who is a woman and the right one for me. It isn’t fair to her, but fuck… this feels so good.So, so good.Stormy takes a hold of my shirt and pulls me forward so our chests are touching, the heat radiating off him strong enough to douse whatever sour thoughts are left in my mind. He’s fucking hard everywhere I touch, made of lean muscles and sin.“You taste like my favorite candy,” he whispers against my lips, breath hot. The soft fabric of the mask scratches against the side of my face as he proceeds to place soft kisses at the side of my mouth, making a trail straight to my earlobe which he sucks on softly. “I just want to eat you up.”Oh, fuck… what is happening right now?I can’t help the
THEOI don’t say a single word in the car.Not because I can’t, but what would I even say? I don’t even know why I’m letting this man I barely know drive me around. For all I know, he could be some masked murderer, and I’m willingly sitting in his car, letting him drive me straight to the scene of his crimes.Once we were outside the club, the cool night air brushing against my skin, I almost told him I didn’t want to go anywhere with him.But who was I kidding?This man had already seen my face, and I wasn’t exactly difficult to trace. I was fairly well-known, popular enough that finding my name or figuring out where I belonged wouldn’t take much effort if he really wanted to.“Where are we going?” I say at last.The man takes a left turn, eyes not leaving the road. “We’re going to my apartment. It’s just down this road.”It’s easy to see with the way he struggles that he wants to say more and is probably holding it all in because of my outburst last time. Good. I prefer the silence
THEOSometimes I wonder what my life would have turned into if the great Mr. Anthony and Mrs. Lilith Bennett had never died. If they had stayed with me longer than my fifth birthday instead of getting engulfed in flames together.The reports from the orphanage claimed my dad made it out, but Mom didn’t. He had practically handed me over to the neighbor before running back inside, screaming my mom’s name all the way through. The firefighters found them later with their arms wrapped around each other, still holding onto the other even in death.If that fire had never happened, I would have had a mom who loved me enough to make my favorite meals until I could make them myself. A mother who read me stories before bed. And a father who would never have ignored me the way the men in the households I was adopted into did.Instead, I always went back to the orphanage.Every time.The first was the red-haired woman, Mrs. McKenzie. Her smile had warmed me the moment I met her, like the sun itse
NOAH“Get in the car, Dorey.”“I’m not going anywhere with you, Stormy.” He crosses both hands across his chest, and stares me down. “You could be a fucking assassin.”Well, I don’t blame him for being security conscious, but that doesn’t stop me from rolling my eyes at that thought. I am an assassin. I am one of the best assassins the Order has in my age bracket, but I have no interest in killing people for sport or anything.Just those who deserve it.“If I wanted to kill you, don’t you think I would have done that already?” I asked in a bored tone, laying my head gently on the headrest of my seat. Damn, these car seats are definitely not as good as Angel’s. “Do you really think I’ll kill you?”Theo shrugs. “I don’t know you. I have no idea what you’ll do.”“…”“Also, we’re going to get arrested one way or another,” he cuts me off before I can say anything, another attempt to delay entering the car. “Two well-built men in a car wearing masks just screams crime.”Oh, he thinks I’m we
NOAHAnd the crowd goes wild for the fifth time today.Five-Three, baby.“We fucking did it,” Lucas loud voice booms across the rink, all laughter as he grabs Theo in a bone crushing hug for scoring the final goal. I try not to roll my eyes at how obvious he’s been. “We fucking won, honey.”Theo lets out a hearty laugh as the others jump on him.All but me.At what point in time will it be safe to say my roommate has returned to his favorite activities? Ignoring me, making me feel shitty, or maybe both without actually coming close to me.I know I should be used to it by now, but that doesn’t make it any better. Especially after all the team building activities we went through and the fact that we were kissing just a couple of days ago.Heat creeps up my chest when I catch a side of blond braids first before the owner comes into focus, shouting Theo’s name, before basically attaching her lips to his.Woah…My legs grew heavier with each step I took forward. I’m supposed to be there wi
NOAHA chill that starts at the back of my head and runs down my entire body is all I get when Theo kisses me back.I’d pinch myself if I could at this exact moment. There’s no way this is actually happening.Because when it comes to Theodore Bennett, Captain of the Frosthaven Hockey team, I expect more resistance. I find myself tightening my muscles, ready for the man to push me the fuck away from him, and then pummel me for daring to put my lips on him, before removing my mask so he knows who I am.He doesn’t do any of that.Instead, he deepens the kiss, his fingers curling into the front of my shirt as he pulls me even closer. A helpless sound catches in my throat. I almost groan against his lip because, God, he tastes so damn good.Peppermint and strawberry.Not something I’m used to, but damn it, I love it.The words Do you like it? remain stuck to the tip of my tongue. I want to taunt him so badly—make him tell me to shut up while his face turns red, only to kiss me even harder







