What would you do IF( *coughWHENcough*) Jack tells you he loves you?
That word made Deshi’s stomach swirl with dread. That word had never given him anything but terror and trauma in the past. It was as if those four letters were laced with fatal emotions. All those years ago the Kitsune had promised himself that he would never allow himself to feel that again.
Having those four letters in the same sentence as Jack only made the churning in his stomach worse.
“What-What in the fuck are you talking about?”
No one could love him. Deshi wasn’t worthy of that. Tolerated, carnal, frustration. Those were things that he was worthy of. As much as he reluctantly felt toward the brunet, love was not allowed to be part of the situation.
“You seriously don’t know who we are. You know what he loves? My cooking and how easily we could kick ass or hide a body. That and I can drink him under the table. So if that’s what you’re talking about then I already know. There’s nothing else that he could love that has to do with me.”
Jack doesn’t feel that for him. Right?