cassie howard: and i'm getting fucking tired. / @hummingbrd
pretty, sweet, foolish little cassie! he looks at her and it's with annoyance. she's tired? of what? secrecy? nate figures she should be grateful he even gives a rat's ass about her. he'd simply wanted to fuck her and be done with it. but maddy wasn't compliant, seemed unwilling to simply get back together again. cassie, on the other hand? desperation wasn't normally attractive but for her, for now, he'd make an exception. a scoff leaves his lips and he turns away from her, it's so easy to be cruel to her. "what happened to 'i love being your secret?'" his tone is almost monotone, as though she's simply an annoyance he could ignore. she was fun, something to amuse him in the interim. but she'd latched onto him like a baby bird latches onto it's mother, as though she needs him to survive. it's irritating to have to try and keep her happy. but every time his hand is at her throat, her pulse beneath his thumb, he remembers why he loves the control. he'd turned his attention to trying to straighten the sheets on the bed, but he quickly turns back to her. a step towards her, firmly gripping her jaw. touch doesn't quite graze her pretty little throat... but he knows he could. "cass... i love you. i know you're fucking tired, i'm fucking tired too." thumb brushes over her lips, dark hues meeting her doe eyes. god, he loves how innocent she can look. "but you know maddy's fuckin' crazy. what if she hurts you?" a soft hum, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. "just a little longer. i promise."








