I laugh. “Of course, you can pee through it. You just can’t touch yourself.”
“But how?”
I stare at him for a second, wondering if he’s really asking me this. “You want me to show you?”
He winces. “No thanks.”
I purse my lips. “Then don’t ask dumb questions.”
His brows twitch. “Why are you acting like you’ve done all of this before?”
I smirk as I toss my voluptuous hair behind my back. “Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t. Who knows?”
His brow rises. “Freak.”
“Hey, don’t act like I’m the only one who’s had someone—” I stop the second his skin grows redder and redder. “Oh my God. Stop. You’ve never had sex before?”
Xavier slams his hand in front of my mouth, shushing me multiple times. “Do not say that shit out loud. Not in this sex-crazed house.”
I snigger as he removes his hand. “Or what?”
“Iwillkill you,” he growls, glaring at me.
“Don’t turn me on, the cage makes it hurt,” I retort.
He narrows his eyes, then sighs. “Please …”
Wow. I’ve never heard him beg before. I kind of like it. “All right, fine.”
He breathes another sigh of relief.
“But only because you sound so cute when you beg.”
“Oh fuck you.” He slaps my arm.
“Be careful, my wounds might open up again,” I say.
“What? Wait a minute—” He rips open my bathrobe and gawks at the scabs littering my skin, like he suddenly remembered what we did yesterday. “Holy shit. She actually put her name on your skin?”
“It doesn’t hurt that m—”
“I don’t care how much it hurts. She marked you. Not me.You.” His voice breaks, and his face darkens. “Shechoseyou.”
He averts his gaze, slowly pacing backward while his hands envelop his face, and the stench of dread filling this room doesn’t go unnoticed.
“She chose you too,” I say.
But he keeps shaking his head, and I can literally see the little gears in his head spinning out of control.
“All I ever wanted, all I ever did … was for her,” he mutters, as he sinks down on my bed.
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t become all depressive now, that’s my job,” I say, as I grab him by the shoulders. “It’s gonna be okay.”
“She didn’t mark me like she marked you,” he replies.
“You wish to be in agony like I am?” I snort. “And I thought I was the mad one.”
“I don’t care about pain. I only want what she wants,” he replies. “That’s all I’ve ever craved. To make her happy.” He stares off into the distance. “But I am scared.”
