Lori is trying to play with the bow strings of my sanity by suggesting that Sully will reside somewhere else besides my bed. Under my roof. In my arms.
“Here it is. The dick.” He smiles, pointing at my face, then takes a bite of his croissant, and holding a hand in front of his mouth, he says, “The three things you can’t hide in this world are a cough, poverty, and love—well, in your case, bottomless obsession.”
“Bullshit.” I’m a master at hiding my real feelings. I just choose not to, because I don’t give a fuck. “You just found out about it, when I’ve been watching Sully for the past eight months.”
When I look back at Sully’s table, the girls are gone—back to the counter.
“Did Ramiel tell every-fucking-body?”
“Oliver and Rague clearly don’t know. But I will tell them as soon as they are back. Also, Ramiel didn’t tell me. I saw you outside Tomorrow’s Brew.” The café Sully’s brother owns. “That white mask of yours is freakish, almost like a leather face. Ugh.” He makes a disgusted face. “You’ve been stalking the whole sausage fest, so at that moment I didn’t think anything of it, but then there you were again when we left him at the campus. And since you got here? You keep looking at him every time he makes the slightest movement. Your eyes are chasing every twitch of his body, your entire focus is on him.”
Nine is out there; I have to be alert. Plus, Sully is just so fucking delicious. My cock hasn’t had a chance to soften yet.
“But I have a question, when you go through his stuff, you know stalker-style, do you rub your testicles over it or do you prefer tongue action?” He blinks at me with a curious look. “No need to answer. Penis…dick…face. Another quick question, are you going to use your arrows to kill me?”
“I have a feeling you’d resurrect each time I do.”
“You should trust your gut.” He winks at me, but then his expression is somber. “Look, it really, really pains me to say it, but nonetheless, I have to. So here it goes: thank you for being there for Sully. If I had taken him to the dorm, the attack wouldn’t have happened.”
“It would have, another time,” I declare, because it’s true. Jacob would have tried it again. Ruminating on the past is such a waste of time.
Sully gulps down his drink, and there he goes with the lip biting again. From now on, I’m going to do that, if it really needs to happen.
Suddenly, Sully’s head gives a jerk, and he squeezes one of his eyes. Ren leans toward him over the table, hands on his shoulders. That’s fucking it. I push the chair back and reach him in a few steps. I sit on the bench right next to him and when he turns my way, I take off his glasses and cup his face in my hands.
“Something in your eye, Little Chick?”
“Ezra.” He sounds surprised but happy. “Yeah. In my left.”
The deep cinnamon iris with bits of gold looks watery as he tries to show it to me. The eyelashes are sparkling with tears. I move my index and thumb together and pull the upper eyelid gently down over the lower one, then slowly let it slide back up to sweep the upper eye. And I get it.
“An eyelash,” I tell him, lifting it on the tip of my finger. He has very long ones.
He blinks, wipes his red eye, and then squints at my hand. Ren passes him his glasses, and he slides them on until they rest on the bridge of his upturned nose—such a little nose for a guy.
When he finally focuses on the black eyelash on my finger, I blow and it disappears. He digs his teeth in his lower lip for a moment, then grins—that crooked incisor…fuck me.
“Thank you.” He keeps his voice soft and light. Add that to the shy, almost subtle way he looks at me, and the possessive feelinggnawing at the very core of me awakens, and from my toes coils around the rest of my body.
“Where did you come from?” Ren asks, snickering. The fucker.
“The door,” I deadpan without sparing him a glance.
I find the piece of paper on the table where that girl wrote her number and squash it into my hand. Sully bites his chapped lip to stifle a smile. Bad move. Now I want to suck on it.
When I take out the peach lip balm from my hoodie, his eyes turn sweet. He’s probably expecting me to apply it to his mouth—which I don’t. This time, I slowly put a layer on my upper and lower lip, enjoying the way he can’t keep his eyes off me, before sliding it back into my pocket. The crease between his brows is back. It makes me smirk just before I grab his chin and capture his mouth. The lip balm rubs on his lips as I keep tasting him, feeling the soft press, the sweet tang against mine. He’s the best drug I’ve ever used and I don’t think I’ll ever shake it.
“Okay, I’m leaving.” Ren’s voice makes Sully pull back.
“You don’t have to,” he tells him.
“He does,” I contradict.
“Ezra,” Sully cutely scolds me.
“After what we shared? That’s cold, man.” He stands up. Even though his eyes are behind those mirrored glasses, I know he’s looking at me all smug. “I’ll call you, Sully.”
“What did you share?” my little chick asks me as soon as he leaves the café.
