Akira
I spin my neck toward the door when I hear it open. It's my Romero, my dark Angel. He is so so so beautiful. And he is mine, isn't he?
No.
Yes, he f*****g is!
I dare anyone to disagree, including you, you stupid voice.
"Ra- Akira? What the f**k is going on?" My dark Angel's eyes widen as he watches me cautiously.
"No Akira! Ray. Call me Ray. Like R-A-Y." I turn my whole body in his direction, while still crawling on the floor.
"Ray." He exhales a breath and closes the door behind him. Coming closer to me, my dark Angel bends over and picks me up.
"My bottle." I shriek, trying to reach out. He swats my hand away.
"You have had enough." He states firmly.
"No. I haven't." Hiccupping, I squirm.
"Stay still, Ray." He instructs and I oblige this time.
I touch his face, tracing
