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“Why are you being so nice to me?”
His fingers slide along her nape, just under her ear, brushing damp hair away from her neck. She shivers and the bees come back to life in a fury when he does it again even though she thinks he got all the hair the first time.
“Just a kid, huh?” he says, his voice low and rolling and nice. Just as nice as he looks. Beth said it sounded like sex, and Daisy thinks she must be right, with how it feels inside of her. Feels warm and like...a touch, kinda.
She’s not really a kid. Hasn’t been for a long time, she thinks. “I’m not a kid,” she says a little mulish, fighting a pout. “I take care of myself, you know. For a long time now.”
“Yeah, baby, I know you do."
Daisy knows all about stranger danger, she's not stupid, she's seen true crime TikTok, but Holden's just so nice and no one else in her life takes care of her or wants her the way he does. Why can't she have just this one thing for herself?
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04 May 2023
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Ellie slips the photo out of the back of her phone, it’s folded and creased between her mother’s seventeen-year-old face and the boy beside her. They’re both looking into the camera, both grinning, both a bit blurred by the glow of streetlights behind them. A snapshot in time, a freeze-frame moment from seventeen years ago… she’s been staring at it so long that her mother and the boy blur together until Ellie finds herself in the smear of it. (His smile, the dimples that sit in the edges of a sharp-toothed grin. Her mother’s hair, the curve of her cheek and nose.)
The train lurches as it slows and Ellie tucks the photo into the back of her phone again with unsteady fingers as she pushes to her feet. Some of the other people in the car do the same. It’s late enough that she’s aware she doesn’t quite blend in, too young looking in sneakers and leggings and one of her school sweaters, but she’s got pepper spray hanging from a keyring jangling around her wrist and she’s too nervous about meeting him to worry about anything else.
The paper crinkles in her hands and she looks down at it again, just as the subway doors open on a rush of warm, stale air. His name, in blue ink.
Nicolas Cordova
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- Part 1 of Bittersweet Thing
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03 May 2023