I don’t have the chance to exhale before his mouth is on mine.
“Forgive me,Mysenta.”
“I do, Candyman.”
I smile against his lips, then gasp as I’m twirled into another set of hands. These—as always—are strong, sure, and deadly.
“I’d never avoid your touch.”
“But you did.”
Creed’s jaw muscle flexes. I lift my hand and lay it there until he relaxes it.
“Cooking and fighting.”
“Come again?”
“I cook to cope with what’s going on around me because it’s the safest and healthier option. But before it was fighting. More specifically in the fighting rings at Hellveilious. I’d go there and release whatever emotion I needed too. Since declaring I wasn’t going there anymore, cooking has become the ultimate alternative.
“I get tunnel vision and yes, can react pretty poorly when I’m interrupted. I didn’t take the spatula from you because I didn’twant you to help me. I took it because I was reciting the recipe in my mind and counting the minutes until it needed to be stirred so I could drown out the voices of the souls calling to me from Hellveilious.”
“You…hear the souls talking to you?”
“Loudly and often.”
“I’m so—”
He cuts me off with his finger to my lips.
“Don’t apologize to me. I’m sorry. What I should’ve been doing is focusing on your soul and talking to you, then I never would’ve had to listen to them over the last few days.”
His lips replace his finger and I mold into him. Our souls battle it out for who can stroke the other one the most.
I won’t admit that I give up, but I definitely pull back before he makes me fall apart on the floor.
“Little goddess…I’m sorry.”
I pivot around, and my chest nearly caves in at the shame in Kyzen’s eyes. I can’t stand it.
I need my easygoing, sexy smiles man back.
“You’re right. I go out of my way to do things for them at times like this because I’m searching for an anchor. Someone or something to ground me when I want to give in. I should’ve turned to you.”
I nod, but that isn’t the only thing I need fixed.
“No more blocking my soul out.”
His eyes widen and bounce behind my head.
“He didn’t snitch on you. I felt the two of you blocking me out. I know why you did it now, but I don’t want you to ever feel like you have to do that again.”
He tilts his head down with a small smirk on his lips and my shoulders slump as a touch of the tension drains out of him.
I startle when Riven’s ass frantically claps beside me.
“I feel like this was a really important bonding moment for all of us. I truly feel closer as a brother-boyfriend unit.”
“That’s not what you’re calling yourselves.”
