Hateful Love

“You look so nice, Si,” Blaine reassures me, a hot look in his eyes. Then he nips at my ear, sucking on my stud before lowering his voice so only I can hear him. “Very fuckable. Sexy spies later?”
God, not the roleplay again. My boyfriend’s a closet sex maniac. We just did pizza delivery guy a few nights ago.

“Here.” I shove the plastic box with the boutonniere he insisted on having into his hands. “It matches your eyes.”
“Aw, look at you, so sweet,” he teases, opening the box and holding it out to me. “You’re supposed to put it on me, you know?”
“Fuck off,”

“What?” he snarls. “You had so much to say a second ago.”
“I…” Jesus Christ, why can’t I speak? “Baby, you’re beautiful.”
I can’t be sure, but I swear I hear Mayor Yates gagging in the background before he storms away.