Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

"It's not your fault." I run my fingers through her hair. "This has been inevitable."

She nods. "Still."

"No, Kay. This is on me."

She shakes her head. "I didn't have to make up that stuff about Dean. I... I'm sorry. I made everything complicated. And you... you don't want complicated."

"Come here."

She pushes herself up and buries her head in my chest. "She's never going to talk to me again."

"She'll get over it."

Kaylee shakes her head. "No. She looked so betrayed. I've never seen that before."

"She will. I promise."

"No. I'm going to leave tomorrow, and everything is going to be fucked, and I'm going to come back here and everything will still be fucked." Kay clutches at my arms. She holds me tighter. Pulls me closer. "I'm sorry. I..."

"It's not your fault."

Again, she shakes her head.

She's not going to get it.

Not like this.

She needs someone to walk her through this.

To occupy all her thoughts.

Or maybe that's my cock talking.

I run my fingers through her hair.

I hold her body against mine until she stops shaking.

Is this for me or her?

I'm not sure.

She has me so fucked up.

I don't know up or down anymore.

I certainly don't know right or wrong.

"You want to feel better, Kay?"

She looks up at me with all that trust in her eyes. "Yeah, but I don't see—"

"You want out of your head or not?"

"I do."

"You trust me?"

"Of course."