Page 131 of Chemistry: The Chemist

“I’m up. We should get dressed.”

“We should.”

I was thankful I wasn’t blinded by the main light in the suite. The low lights that were scattered about the room and automatically shined in the darkness were perfect. It was a small detail Rhea was adamant about during the build, but I’d thought was pointless at the time. I’d spend the rest of my life thanking her for the suggestion. They grew brighter as motion was detected and dimmed again when motion was no longer detectable.

“I should’ve figured out what I was wearing before I laid down.”

Eden couldn’t keep her mouth closed. She yawned again, stretching her arms in the air. Her bare body was hardly covered in sheets. Her nipples hardened as the AC unit kicked on, sheeting the entire room with cool air.

She shivered. With both her hands, she rubbed her arms and slid out of bed. I stood, gathering my bearings as well. Eden made her way toward the closet where her wardrobe was growing. I stopped her in her tracks.

“Your things are in the guest room, Choc, on the bed waiting.”

She twirled on her heels, a smile stripping the restfulness from her eyes.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“You don’t give me much of a fucking choice, baby.”

“What if I told you I don’t want to be alone as I get dressed? I haven’t left out of the room and you already feel too far away. You made me sleep alone last night and this evening. If I get dressed alone, I’m going to start thinking you’re tired of me.” She blew smoke up my ass, pouting all while doing it.

“You don’t believe that shit. It doesn’t even sound good coming out of your mouth.”

I approached her, wrapping my arm around her neck. I pulled her into my chest and grabbed a hand full of her ass.

“Stay put. I’ll go get your shit and bring it in here.”

“Thank you.”

“A fucking shame, Choc.”

“What?”

“Rotten!”

“Would you have me any other way?”

“I’d put your pretty ass back where you came from,” I confessed.

Spoiling was my ministry. Years of catering to my sisters had given me lots of practice. I exited in pursuit of her things. I returned moments later finding out she’d migrated to the bathroom where she was brushing her teeth. I joined, grabbing my brush and placing it underneath the dispenser.

My heart galloped, hard and viciously as I stared at our reflection. The person I saw in the mirror this evening was not the person I saw months ago, in the same mirror. Mentally, I’d grown. Emotionally, I’d matured. Physically, I’d changed.

No longer was I that empty shell of a man. The person beside me filled that void. Made me whole. Made me hopeful. Made me happy.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Eden turned toward me and requested.

She’d finished cleaning her teeth and was preparing to gargle. My semen was hiding in parts of her mouth that the toothbrush couldn’t reach.

I spat in the sink before using the running water to rinse my mouth.

“Thank you.”

“Me?”

Her eyebrows raised, forming squiggly lines on her forehead.

“Yes, you, Choc.”

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