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So," Danny said with his mouth full of toast. He looked at Archer. "Does this mean I have to call you Mom?"
"Yes," Archer replied, stone-faced.
Well, I have severe OCD and social anxiety disorder. I was diagnosed when I was fifteen and every year I get worse. I don't like people, I don't like outdoors, and I don't like trying new things. I have a routine and when my routine is interrupted, like you seem to enjoy doing, I get extremely stressed and it becomes difficult for me to focus for hours afterwards.
Books were made for healing and learning and growing and completely removing yourself from real life and plopping down into a fantasy world.
Math came easily to him like girls to Adam Levine.
He kissed me. He kissed me like a thousand promises were being exchanged through that one kiss.
What do you mean I didn't answer your question? I told you everything about me. I told you something personal." My jaw was slack and I was openly staring at him, more than a little shocked by his response.
"I asked about you. Your first and only response was to tell me about your disorder. You aren't your disorder. You told me about all the things you don't like and none of the things you do like. I just find it hard to believe someone like you is completely comprised of dislikes and not a single like.
He was from a fantasy where fairies and pixies danced through the woods and slept in dewy beds of twigs and petals. He was a creature unlike anything poets or philosophers could conjure up. He was born from alchemy, created by twisting storm clouds and rays of sunshine together.
There was absolutely nothing sexier than a hot bookworm.
Ah, Archer. We always hurt the ones we love."
"Why's that, do you think?"
"So that we know they love us too.
Do you know how beautiful you are? And not just this." He traced his finger along my jawline, the tip of his thumb brushing my bottom lip. "You've got this old soul, and it's serene and hushed and reminds me of the smell when it's storming outside."
"Mallory."
Because that was all the world was to me from that point on.
Mallory.
He was an angel. He was better than an angel - he was an archangel. He was a saint. He was going to get so much karma for this. Buddha was going to love him.
So I'd lie there, lingering in that space between sleep and consciousness, and let him touch me in all the ways he wanted.
