The sketch is of a man wearing a dark hoodie and standing in the middle of a room—traditional Japanese, judging from the background texture. His face is shadowed and a bloodied knife dangles from his hand.
Naomi: Laugh at it and I will kill you.
I can’t help the smile that lifts my lips. Her tough love persona is so fucking alluring, I want to sink my teeth into her flesh and taste it up close and personal.
All these thoughts of violence that erupt at the thought of touching her are probably wrong, but I couldn’t fight them even if I wanted to.
Whenever she invades my mind—uninvited—all I can imagine is throwing her to the ground, grabbing her by throat, and taking her roughly and without any boundaries.
Those scenarios have been reoccurring to the point that my conscious bled into my subconscious and I started having the wildest dreams about them.
To me, sex has always been associated with violence, but with Naomi, they’re one and the same.
Sex is another word for violence.
Darkness is another word for freedom.
Leaning against my car, I type.
Sebastian: Tsundere.
Her text is immediate.
Naomi: Really? That’s your only reply?
Sebastian: What do you want me to say?
Naomi: I don’t know. Your opinion, maybe?
I can almost imagine the blush creeping up her delicate throat and to her cheeks.
And because I love keeping her on the edge, I wait for a full minute, watching the dots appearing and disappearing as if she’s writing and erasing what I assume are curses.
Finally, she sends a text.
Naomi: You’re a fucking asshole.
Sebastian: Because I’m keeping my opinion to myself?
Naomi: Because you always ask me to show you and when I do, you have nothing to say about it, you Machiavellian assholish jerk with the star image megalomania and rich boy issues.
I laugh out loud, rereading her choice words for me. Only Naomi would make me laugh by calling me names.
Sebastian: Nice to know what you think of me. You seem to have a lot on your chest, so let it all out.
Naomi: I also think you have narcissistic issues that your grandparents should find a shrink for. But hey, maybe it runs in the family and you inherited the right genes to be the next annoying politician.
Sebastian: Next annoying politician, huh? Not a bad idea since we get the best pussy.
Naomi: Have fucking fun. Peace.
Naomi: Actually, no peace for you.
Sebastian: You don’t want to hear my opinion about the sketch?
Naomi: You can take that and shove it up your ass.
Sebastian: How about I shove it up YOUR ass?