Status: just a teaser (;
The Symmetries of Salem
Salem has many obsessions. The number four, for one, as well as symmetry, counting and whole bound of others. Reinier's beginning to think that he has an obsession with expletives and fucking things up. But they don't quite have a diagnosis for that.
"I love you," he whispered against my neck, lips curling into a thick smile. He let out a chuckle, his lips brushing against my jaw. "And fuck... that's three words, not four, and you can deal with that. Because I do. I fucking love you, Salem Sinclair. And they're three words that aren't going to change."
"I love you too," I whispered. Ha!, I wanted to say. That was four! But I didn't. Because with the way my heart was beating and with his lips against my skin, I started to think that three was a pretty okay number too.
Salem | Reinier
"I love you," he whispered against my neck, lips curling into a thick smile. He let out a chuckle, his lips brushing against my jaw. "And fuck... that's three words, not four, and you can deal with that. Because I do. I fucking love you, Salem Sinclair. And they're three words that aren't going to change."
"I love you too," I whispered. Ha!, I wanted to say. That was four! But I didn't. Because with the way my heart was beating and with his lips against my skin, I started to think that three was a pretty okay number too.
Salem | Reinier
