Y/N ' S POV"OW!" i scream from the pain of the alcohol touching the wound.
"sorry." he apologizes, trying to pat it more gently.
i stared into his eyes as he oh so gently fixed up my nose.
"there," he takes the cotton pad off throwing it into the trash bin.
"thanks," i murmur, sitting on his bed.
i look on my phone to see hundreds of texts, asking if i was okay and not lecturing me about mona.
i smile knowing their priorities were on me, and not her.
"what's so special about mona?" i ask.
"mona? nothing." scaramouche laughs.
"i thought you guys didn't like each other." i murmur.
"guess she liked me, i couldn't care less about her." he shrugs.
"but you guys were texting," i look him up and down.
"doesn't mean i have a thing for her." he laughed slightly, "she begs for money, not my type."
"you have a type?" i raise an eyebrow at him.
"sort of," he replied.
i only nod, "i'll go home now."
"it's 2am, you can sleep here." he shook his head.
"it's fine i should really be go-" i say before getting cut off.
"shut up, and go to sleep." he demanded.
i sigh, laying down.
"it doesn't help when your room is 10 degrees." i shiver.
he huffs, getting into his bed as well, and putting his arm over me.
i dare not speak a word.
because somehow even after all he's done, i still felt good in his embrace.
"i wonder how many other girls you've swooned into your bed." i roll my eyes.
"just you," he softly speaks, "i usually only play my victims for a week before getting bored."
"and i'm special?" i ask.
he huffs, "go to sleep, we have a big day tomorrow.
"we?" i ask
"we." he answers.
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━ 𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗬𝗥𝗨𝗣 ; k. scaramouche
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