Page 84 of The Chaos She Brings

“Well,” he says, voice rough but warm, “you’re on the other side of the world.”

“Still…”

“Hurricane?”

“Yeah?”

He exhales, low and rough. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t care.”

My breath catches.

“I care about you. Too much, probably.”

A beat. Then, a hint of a smirk in his voice.

“So, what do you say? Feel like making terrible life choices with me?”

A watery laugh escapes me. “Is that you asking me out?”

“Yeah.” He sounds almost shy. Almost. “Be mine, Hurricane.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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Yes Sir

Kai to Tess: I’m terrified of how much I need you. [unsent]

Tess

“Iwin!”Isqueal,throwing my arms up in the air. The action pushes my chest forward, which Nico obviously notices so I quickly cross my arms in front of me and scowl at him. “Don’t ruin it.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, T.”

We’ve just finished a very competitive game of Pictionary. Winner had the most correct guesses out of a total of ten drawings. I got two right… Nico got none.

He says it’s because I’m “shit” at drawing. I think he’s just stupid. Who thinks a cat looks like a deformed potato with legs? It very clearly had whiskers.

“Alright. Let’s play the storytelling game. It’s more fun.”

I shake my head at him, but secretly I love this one.

We’ve been at the safehouse for two weeks. It was supposed to last less than a week but there’s been some hold up.

It’s not so bad, but I only get to speak to Carina or Kai once a day when Nico gives me his phone, and he’s usually in the room when we do so it’s a little awkward. Honestly, I’m pretty sure he’s hesitant to leave me with unfiltered access to his phone in case I find his nudes. Like I’d want to see his shrimp dick anyway. Ah, who am I kidding—he’s probably hung. Anyone with eyes can see how attractive he is—I’m just more interested in a certain grumpy asshole.

A grumpy asshole that’s my… boyfriend? Sounds a bit juvenile but I suppose it’s the truth.

“Who’s starting?” I ask, ready to bring my A game. It doesn’t matter that this isn’t a game you can win. I’m competitive anyway, so I like to make my parts the most interesting.

The rules are simple: one person starts off a story, then you switch, and the other person continues it. This goes on until you have a ridiculous story.

“Ladies first.”

I smirk. Then begin.

I clear my throat dramatically. “Once upon a time, in a land ruled by a tyrant king, there was a fearless warrior named…Sir Nico the Stubborn.”