Date = 13 November
Place = San Francisco (Grimm house)
POV - Melaena
He walks up the stairs and abruptly drops me onto his bed — again.
“Are you mentally crazy or just stupid? You can’t just run off like that! What if D got to you before I did? Are you trying to get raped or something?” He seems truly worried. I swallow down some spit. I never thought about that.
“Don’t you lecture me,” I point a finger at his nose, “If you didn’t chase off all the guys in school I would have touched a p***s before now.” He growls possessively, still looking at me as if he wants to eat me alive — it unravels me. “And I would not have run off or killed our offspring.” My mind is mooch.
“Our?” What? “Fuck.” Another growl.
He grabs me unexpectedly and kisses me — a hard desperate kiss that bruises my l
