"𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬"

𝟏𝟑𝟖. "𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲"

"What?" He squinted suspiciously.

"I could tie you up so you wouldn't be able to snap." I chuckled. His face fell, and he immediately opened his mouth to object.

"It's either that, or we can't touch." I shrugged. He puffed his cheeks, and his eyebrows creased.

"You're having real trouble giving up your control, huh?" I grinned. He glared at me.

"I think you forgot you're a soft baby for me and will do as I say." I smiled sweetly and grabbed his chin. His stare got worse.

"Aren't you, Handsome?" I purred, gently tilted his face to me and pecked the corner of his lips.

"Fuck. Just tie me up before I change my mind." He growled. I smirked with satisfaction.

"And wipe that smug look off your face." He ordered. I giggled and kissed his nose.

"Give me a smile first."

"No." He grumbled.

"Come on, Gin-"

"No!" He roared. I winced, inhaled sharply and frantically covered my face with my hands.

"Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Gorgeous." He muttered gently, pushed his hand in my curls and kissed my forehead. I shook my head.

"I-I a-always u-used to lose my cool. T-that's not new."

"Only now I'm afraid you'll hit me again." I whimpered into my palms.

"I would never hit you, Gorgeous. I-I just didn't realise you were you back then."

"Jerome..." I sighed and looked at his face.

"Can you honestly tell me you can't imagine a situation where you get so mad at me you instinctively use violence just like you have been doing for the last six years? You would've hit my hand just an hour ago if I didn't catch yours in time." I moved away from him a little bit.

"I-I haven't. I've been trying to control it since Barbara came to me that first time."

"I-If you hit me, that's just it for us, Jerome. And I think I rather not have our last memory be your hand on my face." I sniffled and started getting off his bed.

"No, don't leave me, Gorgeous." He blurted out, clung to me and pushed his face onto my back. I took a deep breath.

"I will never hurt you. Please, believe me. I would never hurt you on purpose. And if I accidentally did, you know it wouldn't be a reason to be scared of me. All I want to do is protect you. Please, stay with me. A-and, uh, you could kick my ass if I did anything, so you don't have to be scared. You can just tase me. I won't blame you." He mumbled against my sweatshirt and kissed it. I chuckled weakly and nodded.

"Do you want to stay with me tonight?" He whispered and started trailing his affections up to my neck. My whole body trembled as his lips touched my bare skin.

"I just want to be with you." He purred, gently moved my curls aside and continued pecking his way to my face.

I had to hold my legs together with my hands to not pounce on him. I could feel his hands constantly shift on my stomach and his warm breath stroke my face. I was so deprived of any sort of intimate touch for years it was really making me mad. He grinned against my cheek and kept caressing my jaw and neck with the tips of his fingers.

"Jerome, I'm begging you, stop that." I strained out.

"Do you really want me to stop?" He breathed, slid his hand higher and edged on cupping my breast.