Page 68 of Love and War

“I’ve already answered two of your questions. My turn.”

Taking a deep breath, I nodded my head, waiting for a question I probably didn’t want to answer. I couldn’t answer her on why I left. I couldn’t break her like that again.

“Boobs or ass?”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out of me. That was not what I was expecting.

“Are we talking about yours or…”

Her eyes narrowed at me.

Smiling at her, I said, “Don’t be jealous, beautiful.” She had no reason to be, she was all I saw. All I ever saw, ever since she got the stupid green tractor shoved in her face.

“I love them both. I love that dimple your left ass cheek has. But I also love the two moles you have on the underside of your right tit. I love the heart- shaped ass you have but love that your left tit is slightly bigger than your right.”

“It is not,” she huffed.

“It is, but I love it.”

“I think you pay too close attention to those areas.” She smirked as though she’d won something. She didn’t, because little did she know I knew more about her body than she probably did.

“Like you don’t know what my cock looks like.” I continued massaging her soles moving towards her toes.

“I mean, I do. But I don’t think I know if you have any moles or whatever.” Aziza shrugged her one arm before moving her attention back towards the TV.

Only she was lying, she knew it a lot better than she wanted to admit. She couldn’t stop blinking as she spoke, unable to look me directly in the eye.

After a few minutes of watching the movie, Aziza began snoring softly. Grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch I laid it over her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her stomach again while she slept.

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“I don’t think we can be together,” I grunted at Aziza. How can one not like grilled cheese? It’s the law, you must like it. It has fucking cheese on it. Cheese man.

“Well, I mean, we’re not together, so that’s fine with me,” she said, sliding the plate away, with the uneaten grilled cheese on it. Seriously, how can she not like this masterpiece?

“Aziza,” I started, but her shaking her head shut me up real quick.

“I didn’t get hit by a car and survive just to die from melted cheese. Make me something else.” She again pushed the plate further away from her, like it had a disease on it.

“Bu—”

“No,” she snapped with no heat.

“Fine.” I tried to hide my hurt feelings, but fuck. That was a shot to my heart, seriously.Who can’t love melted cheese? Cheese, man.

“Stop pouting, it’s not cute.” Aziza chuckled.

“I’m very cute for your information,” I griped. I also wasn’t pouting; I didn’t do that.

“I can eat the grilled cheese,” Aziza whispered, reaching for the plate. I snatched it off the counter before she could go any further, I wasn’t going to make her eat something she didn’t like or want.

“No.” I grunted, setting it down by the sink. I’d eat it after I made her something else.

“It’s okay, I can. I didn’t try it; I might like it.” She smiled over at me.

“Moya Printsessa, if you don’t like cheese, you’re not going to like this. I’ll make you something else.”

I might be an asshole to everyone, but not to her. I could never be one to her.

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