He slowly looks over at me as he lowers the bar out of sight. “Eating? Just… vegetables. Yummy, yummy vegetables.”
“You have beenhoarding candy?”
“I forgot it was in my coat pocket when I arrived.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “And then youhidit?”
Torin shakes his head. “I would never do that.”
I give him a come-hither motion and he hesitates, like he’s nervous, before crawling on his hands and knees over to me.
“Yes?”
“Candy.”
He grins at me but doesn’t hand it over. “What do I get in return?”
“To keep your dignity,” I say.
Torin leans forward, setting his elbows on the chaise as he beams, and I try not to get seduced by that look. Like how can a simple look pull me over to the dark side so quickly?
“Sounds scary,” he says, breaking off a square of the caramel chocolate bar and aiming it at my mouth. I try to take it from him, but he refuses, and I’m hungry enough for something other than these horribly cooked vegetables that I open my mouth. He slides the chocolate past my lips, and I swirl my tongue around his finger.
His eyebrows perk and as soon as I swallow this piece of chocolate, he eagerly gives me another.
What a sucker.
“It’s almost as if you like me,” I tease. “But a god of love doesn’t just like one person, right?”
Torin’s quiet for a moment before smiling at me. “Right. I’ve always shared my love with everyone.”
I just want more chocolate and am disappointed when there’s only one piece left. He aims it toward my mouth, but I push it back to him. “You can have it if you rub my back. I feel like I was plowed over by a car, but it was just a god with a big dick who refused to let me sleep.”
I roll onto my stomach and keep flipping through the book as he sits down on my thighs and starts rubbing the tight muscles in my back. “Ohhh, you should become a masseur. Maybe that’s how you’ll rise to stardom and gain followers.”
“Maybe,” he says, digging his thumb into an especially sore spot that feels amazing when he presses down.
“Right there,” I moan.
“Your moans are doing things to me… unspeakable things.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re prepared to speak about them,” I say, flipping the page a second before my head gets smashed down onto the chaise.
“What is this violence?” I bark as Torin practically crawls over my body, and even though my head is smashed down, Kit is able to look. I see that the page I’d just flipped to has a sketch of someone with an inky stain covering most of their body. Torin pulls it free from my hand as he gets up and begins pacing the room while he looks it over.
“Is it the right one?” I ask.
“It… is,” he replies, but he doesn’t sound overly thrilled.
“Did you make us spend days finding a book that’s not going to help?”
“I don’t know whether it’s going to help or not… I barely understand it,” he mutters as he passes it to me. I discover it’s a lot of spells and words with no explanation of what they mean or how to do them. But the picture does reference a woman who seemed to have the same affliction as me, so it’s a start.
“Okay… we have something… we have something,” I say, feeling a sense of elation. There’s no guarantee this book will doanything, but it’s more than I ever thought I’d have.
“Just don’t get too excited. I don’t want you to end up disappointed.”
“Hey, it’s more than I’ve ever found before, and maybe it’ll give me something I can use. You never know.”
