Page 92 of Chemistry: The Chemist

I tossed a towel in her direction and grabbed the second one for me.

“Technically, I didn’t hold you hostage. I?—”

“Just shut up, Choc, and come on. We have shit to do.”

“Like pack. How many day?—”

“Don’t insult me. You don’t need anything when you’re with me. Are you hard of hearing or some shit, baby?”

I took her by the hand leading her into the bedroom where we both began to get dressed. The same slow tunes she’d cut on before we headed to the shower were playing in the background, setting the tone for our day. It was gloomy and gray, the perfect weather for the mood we both seemed to be in.

My cell chimed on the nightstand where I’d left it. A peek at the screen and I noticed Aden’s name. He’d sent a text, likely assuring me he was downstairs and waiting whenever Eden and I were ready.

I quickly realized I wasn’t the only one interested in my screen. Eden’s neck stretched as she studied it as well.

“My driver,” I explained.

“Hm?”

“If it’s another woman you’re worried about, then stop worrying right now.”

“What are you talking about?” She tried walking off, downplaying her inquisitiveness.

I pulled her long ass right back, wedging my chin between her neck and shoulder. Before sinking my teeth into her skin, I reminded her of the obvious.

“I’m all yours. For now. Forever. This lifetime and the next. Now that you’re in my system, I can’t shake you. And frankly, there’s no room for anyone else. My heart is full, Choc.”

Her confidence spiked as I freed her. It was in her walk. And the words that left her mouth next.

“It’ll be trouble if you ever tried to shake me,” she claimed, switching toward the closet.

You’re trouble, Choc. Don’t matter whether I was trying to shake your fine ass or not.

She tossed me a brand-new pair of her socks. Without complaint, I slid them on my feet.

“You were right.”

“Me?” she questioned. “That’s nothing new, Chemistry. You have to be a little more specific.”

“What’s with you calling me by my full firs?—”

“Taylor called you by your full name and you had nothing to say about it. Please don’t piss me off again. I’m growing tired of thinking about how smitten she was with you.”

“You wouldn’t be exhausted if you’d handled your business.” Shrugging, I continued, “And nothing is wrong with you calling me Chemistry. I prefer it. I like the way it sounds coming from your mouth.”

“Good, because you look so much more like Chemistry.”

“It’s the same thing as Chem, Choc.” I laughed, folding my hands in front of me while watching her finish up.

Stopping momentarily, she peered in my direction. “What was I right about?”

“I’m an older sibling.”

“I could tell from the moment I met you.”

“How?”

“Your demeanor. It probably sounds weird, but the older children are always natural caretakers. Despite your grumpiness, I saw the true Chemistry. That’s who I trusted with my life that night.”

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