Kenny couldn’t force the words out, they seemed foreign to him having never really said them to another person before. His tongue was tied, and his lips were getting dry thus he needed to save himself to get the mission flowing properly once again. “I… Think we should probably get some dinner after this.” he blurted out the wrong words, no where near what he had originally planned to say. His tongue was far too tied to deliver on what could have saved him in this situation thus he instead quickly swept the conversation under the rug and changed the subject, “We should get him signing.”
He agreed with her sentiments that he needed to chill and get things moving, was he good in bed? What a kind thing to say to him, after well threatening to chop him into pieces. The prior conversation made him shudder.
Kenny watched Alyssa go to work, he had never seen such brutality out of a pretty face. He backed away, maybe he could just duck off for alittle bit. Wait, maybe he could tell her how he felt or maybe he could bottle up the words and get the damn job done. After the split had finished Kenny didn’t say a word, instead he took a turn with the merchant, maybe there was a more creative way to get his feelings over. Gods, did she make a mess of him, to think what she could do to the black haired oaf in the closet earlier… Anyway, Kenny helped the merchant sit up in the chair and held up his left hand, he laced his fingers around the merchant’s index finger, middle and ring fingers and took a deep breath, “I LOVE you, fuck.” he sighed angrily and snapped the man’s fingers backwards all in one action.
“I want to bug you everyday for the foreseeable future,” he admitted, “I don’t care if there are two of you in there, I want both of you to be mine.” he pulled the alarm clock out of the broken mouth of the simple merchant.
“You are all I think about Alyssa I mean, fucking hell,” he punched the merchant across the jaw a few times to stop the screaming, “You’re the most beautiful, kind, brutal, wonderful, woman I’ve ever met and I fucking suck with mushy words like these, but I fuckin’ love you Lyss.” he stepped away from the victim, got on a knee and took her hand.
“And split I love you too, sex, no sex, I don’t give a damn all I care about at the end of the day is that I get to be with the two of you because you make me really fucking happy and now I can’t stop talking.” he had thrown himself out there, he didn’t know how she felt, but he had to get this shit out of the way. Love was a bee sting, it hurt like hell but when you spend your life avoiding it when it hits you it hurts like hell. “I understand if neither of you feel the same, but that was weighing on my mind for too damn long.”
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