Avi squints at me. “Wait a second.”
She narrows her eyes. “He did more than kissing?”
I blink, flustered. “Umm… no.”
Avi laughs, rolling back on the grass. “Babe, look at your face!” Wen joins in the chuckle.
Damn this face. If God asked me for a single wish, I’d wish I could get rid of this excessive, easy blushing. It’s embarrassing as hell.
“Okay, stop laughing. He did kind of… rub over the clothes,” I mutter, my cheeks burning.
Avi stops laughing instantly. “Did you come?”
I nod, covering my face with my cool palms.
Wen groans. “This is not good. You can’t come that easily. Leo must be dancing in victory right now.”
I flare my nostrils. “Blame my traitorous body, and your brother.”
Avi hushes me quickly. “Don’t talk like that. There’s a chance Leo could hear you.”
I frown. “But he’s not even here.”
She purses her lips. “Zoan and Leo have ears everywhere.”
“So you’re saying there’s no privacy here?”
She lets out a mock laugh. “You lost your privacy the moment you said I do.”
Wen adds casually, “Zo watches her all day because apparently he can’t function without doing so. And I’m sure Leo has his own ways of watching you whenever he wants, if not all day.”
A shiver runs through me. I visibly shudder. “That’s creepy as fuck.”
Avi grins. “I don’t mind, as long as it’s my Zoan watching me.”
She’s told me this before. She’s obsessively in love with him, and he’s far beyond obsession.
Matleon
I watch her sleeping, her back turned to me. She’s perfected this new form of torture. I knew the list of tortures she had planned for me—I even laughed when I read them before. Child’s play. But now I understand.
She’s been avoiding me since this morning. She hasn’t looked in my direction even once, not even when I blocked her path. She’s pretending I’m a ghost.
Having her stay with me willingly, happily, is my fantasy. Her anger and arguments are perfect. More than perfect. But this cold treatment—this—is just cold, and it needs to end.
I slide closer, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her back against my chest. A low gasp is all I get. I inhale the sweet scent of vanilla from her neck. The urge to lick her smooth skin rises, and I give in—one long lick, followed by soft kisses.
She shudders and pushes away. I let her go and close my eyes.
She turns to face me. “What are you doing?”
“Sleeping,” I reply, eyes still closed.
“You promised you wouldn’t touch me,” she grits. “What kind of man are you?”
I open my eyes. “I was dreaming, Angel. Vanilla ice cream. Flying in the sky. I grabbed it and licked it. Then you broke my dream, and my sleep. I’m sorry if I touched you accidentally while unconscious.”
She purses her lips and glares at me. In the dim light, her eyes shine like sapphires.
