She rolls those tempting multicolored eyes at me with a huff.
“If you were going to rush me, why did you wait until the literal last second before telling me to go shower? Also, we do have all day. The sun’s only been up an hour.”
“I didn’t realize you’d take this long. I went and showered as soon as I told you too.”
“My hair is a good two feet, if not more, longer than yours. Do you think we take the same amount of time to shower?”
Didn’t really consider that.
It took Kyzen a while to wash it, so I probably should’ve.
“You’ve been washing your hair for at least twenty years on your own. You should’ve gained some speed by this point.”
A laugh barks out of me as I jump out of the way of her incoming knee.
She’s so vicious.
She must know that turns me on.
“Come on. Go tell your other boyfriends bye so we can get this shit show over with.”
“Why is showing me your role a shit show?”
“Because it’s stupid. Why do you need to know?”
“Why don’t you want me to know?”
Ugh. All her questions.
The sound of her voice is delicious, though.
I follow her out of her room. Well, almost. I smack into her doorframe because I was watching her hips sway with every step she took.
The little tease knows it too.
She doesn’t even look back to check on me.
Her laugh drifts down her hallway and surrounds me. I shiver.
I groan and gag loudly when I finally make my own way into the kitchen and find her draped across Kyzen’s lap. Lips sealed together.
“You look adorable when you’re jealous,” Creed scoffs and I sneer at the smirk on his face.
“Don’t use my own words against me. Plus, I always look adorable.”
He rolls those, not so sad anymore eyes at me, but they whip to our Binder when she lets out a squealing laugh as Kyzen tickles her off his lap.
That sound is changing back.
Just a few days ago, it was pitched lower, less…her.
It’s coming back.
I remain standing and staring at her as she makes her way around the table to each of my brothers. They lavish her with their affection and she glows.
Her hands linger like it’s taking effort on her part to let them go and she leans toward them as though she simply can’t help it.
“Wish me luck,” she sings as she makes her way to me.
