Page 91 of Chemistry: The Chemist

“Say it, Eden.”

“Whose is it?”

“Yours.” I grunted, giving in first without an ounce of shame.

“Fuuuuuck. I’m cumming.”

“Shit, baby. Cum on this motherfucker.”

“Chemistrrrrrrrrry.”

Mesmerized with her skin, I watched the water trickle down her chest and drip from her nipples. She was squeaky clean. I’d administered her cleansing myself, so I was sure of it.

Perky, dark areolas stared back at me as she massaged the facial cream into my skin. According to her, if I was sleeping over, then I had to abide by her rules, starting with the eighty-six-step skincare routine.

“That’s enough, Choc.”

“Quiet. I’m almost finished.”

She’d said that shit three times, yet we were still standing in the shower. She claimed it would keep my pores open so the product could penetrate and do its job. I didn’t give a fuck whether it did or not, my skin was immaculate without it.

“Is this the last step?”

“Two more,” she hissed as if I was bothering her. As if her hands weren’t in my face and I hadn’t been ready to call it quits minutes ago.

“Baby!”

“Okay, one, then.”

Afraid she’d start the entire process over, I refrained from shaking my head. A heavy sigh sufficed as she picked at the nothingness on my face.

In my opinion, she was only still in my personal space because she wasn’t quite ready to part ways. Her fear of my departure after we dressed was in vain. I wasn’t going anywhere, yet, and neither was she.

“You’re not returning to Roulette.”

“Okay.”

That simple. She didn’t fight me on the decision. That was new, but it was perfect timing. That smart-ass mouth had toned down tremendously.

I wasn’t sure if it was the dick I was giving her or the facade wearing off. Eden was all smoke and mirrors. Baby was gentle at her core. She craved attention, affection, time, and energy just like any other woman with a person she cared deeply for.

“Where are you going when you leave and when will I see you again?”

So fucking predictable. Eden was easy. Quality time was her language of love. Though I didn’t have much of it, I pushed shit aside to make more.

“Wherever I’m headed, you’re going with me.”

“Really? Where?”

“It doesn’t matter, Choc. Don’t start with the questions. Just know that when you’re with me, you’re safest.”

“I know,” she admitted, stepping back and taking me in. “Done.”

“Yeah?” My eyebrows raised. Relieved, I didn’t bother shutting off the water before I stepped out of the shower and onto the plush rug. I’d been held captive way too long.

“Don’t act like you didn’t want to be in here with me!” Eden yelled over her shoulder as she turned the knob to disable the water. “You love the silence. The calm. The–”

“Which is why we’re headed out, so we can have uninterrupted time together. More calm. More quiet. More comfort. You don’t have to hold me hostage in a fucking shower for that. All you have to do is ask.”

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