Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

“Yeah. She broke it off with Stavros…but you probably
already know that.”
I didn’t, but I’m glad I do now. Makes things less
complicated if he doesn’t come up with the money for Max.
“You’re having a girls’ night?”
“We ordered pizza. Opened a bottle or two of wine. So yes,
I guess that means we’re having a girls’ night. What are you
up to tonight?”
I drag a hand through my hair, lean my head back against
the headrest, and close my eyes. My voice soft, I say,
“Wishing I had my face buried between your sweet thighs.”
She must hear the longing in my tone, all the longing and
desperate need, because her voice grows worried. “Are you
okay?”
I answer truthfully. “No.”
Her voice rises. “What’s wrong?”
“I left something in California.”
“What?”
“My heart, baby. My cold, dead, worthless heart, which
didn’t even beat before I met you.”
There’s a period of silence, then she whispers, “I’m in love
with you.”
Now I do groan out loud.
She just shot an arrow through my chest. I’m fucking dead.
“I didn’t say it when you were here because…well, mostly
because you were telling me to. Demanding, actually. You
know how you get—”
“Say it again.”
Her laugh is soft and warm. “See? Demanding.”
“Please. Please, say it again.”
She must hear the pain in my voice, because all the
laughter and teasing is gone when she speaks next. Her voice
is solemn and quiet.