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Lysander POV

"Quit choking and just spit it out!"

"How the hell did you even choke on that?!"

"Breathe and cough!"

"It's such a joke...!"

"On your knees! Your knees!"

King kicks my back so I fall onto my hands and knees and then lays on me, his arms tightening around my chest and his legs wrapping my waist. "Heimlich!" he says, squeezing my body.

Out of his fail Heimlich Maneuver or my desperation to stop feeling King harden, I swallowed that damn thing.

Amelia kicks King, flipping him off of me. "Honestly, I thought I talked to you about PDA when we were kicked out of the mall!"

"Excuse me?" I stand up, massaging my butt. It was practically like King was trying to do me through our pants.

King sits up. "Yeah, we all know I dominate!"

"This has nothing to do with domination." I mumble.

King opens his mouth but Amelia interrupts. "I'm sorry, sexual offending."

King puffs his cheeks out and ignores her, and I roll my eyes. "Besides, there was no reason to do that, it was only a piece of gum."

"Which, when misused, can do a lot more than freshen breath." Amelia points out.

"Oh, the beauty of innuendos-" starts King but is cut off as Amelia karate chops his head.

I decide to leave them to their violence as King goes to strangle Amelia (I swear, one of them is going to end up seriously hurt one day) and go hide in the bathroom. We were still in the motel that Amelia had managed to get us into, and it was likely that we weren't going to leave until Amelia could get a laptop or an iPhone.

Turning on the sink, I let it run for a bit before splashing my face with water. I look at myself in the mirror, watching the water stream down my face, as a question enters my mind that had been bothering me all night. King... last night, when we had seen each other at the door of this bathroom, well, I had half expected him to make a teasing comment on me nearly walking in on him. Instead, he had brushed me aside after only a moment of surprise. Definitely not like the hyperactive King I left a minute ago. His shoulder bumping mine aside could've either been purposely rude or accidental- but if it was, it still wouldn't stop my feelings.

I felt guilty. My feelings towards King at the moment were unimportant. I loved someone else. I'm supposed to love someone else... Or, as that had turned out, am I not meant to? My own wife?
"Lysander? Could I come in real quick? I'm kinda bleeding.." King comes in sporting a bloody nose- make that extremely bloody- and starts wetting a hand towel in the sink. He pays me no real mind as he presses it against his nose, his T-shirt sleeve lifting up a bit.

I can't keep from looking. And no, not as his muscles. His skin.

Faint black and blue bruises the size of his own hands spanned along his shoulder, along with a few cuts and even a gash. There was no way Amelia did that- she's not that violent. King's eyes flick over to me and he smiles, tugging down his sleeve with his other hand. "Thanks," he says.

I blink. "For what?"

"Not leaving." He flashes me another smile before leaving the bathroom and my quizzical look.