Page 45 of Twist Me

I nearly ran into a snow bank.

My sister, whom Judas and I wrote off for over six years, didn’t get Pharoah convicted? It didn’t make sense. None of itdid. He loved his fiancée, and it went deeper than his disease. They made a rugrat with that love.

Xenia was my niece, and she was just a year old when Roe was taken to Hospital Twelve. Now, she was seven years old. She was living with Ariah’s sister last I heard, but it made sense that Tal brought her that far to be with her. I didn’t want to believe this shit. The words about my closest brother were painful to hear.

Was Pharaoh a liar?

Later that night,as I sat on the couch with Ezello, I just watched her. Ezello was fiddling with her hands and eating popcorn. She picked this shitty movie, and I was giving it my all not to fall asleep.

“So, did you grow up here?” she asked suddenly, hiding her mouth with the blanket she was swaddled in.

“Ah, yeah. The ‘rents weren’t socialites, so they built this cabin. My brothers and I were adopted into Taliah’s family when we were still in diapers.”

Ezello studied a piece of popcorn, listening to me ramble. It felt kind of weird to talk about myself, but my mouth wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

“Our dad was a piece of shit. He worked as a warden at the asylum when I was a cop.”

“What about your mother?”

After her high hopes of us not being ‘adopted trash’ were dashed and she got disgraced by the town, we traded our ties for metal bracelets. That’s when she took off to save face. Last I heard, she lives somewhere here in Texas.”

Ezello chewed on the popcorn silently, but a piece of her damn hair was covering her face. Growling, I reached to move it, and she flinched away from my hand.

Shit…

“Sorry,” I mumbled, scooting my ass back to where I’d been sitting. “What’s your favorite color?”

The question made me feel like a dumbass, but it worked, though. Her smile was curious and playful. “Light blue, like your eyes.”

That took me by surprise. She had stared at my eyes long enough to know the color?

“These ole things,” I said, crossing them.

“Yes. They are really pretty. My eyes are the color of shit.” She was laughing, but it was off.

Careful not to startle my skittish lamb again, I slowly reached out and grasped her face, bringing the eyes in question to look into mine.

“Fuck, no. Your eyes are the color of delicious milk chocolate, and I’m a sweets man, baby. You give me one hell of a sweet tooth.”

She blushed and pulled away, but I caught her before she retreated back too far.

“You’re addictive, Ezello. Your smile. Your laugh. Your taste…”

She bit her bottom lip, and I groaned at the fucking sight. It instantly made me hard as stone. She felt the protruding unwanted guest, and I smacked a pillow over the bitch.

“Sorry,” I mumbled again, scooting away to give her some space.

This time, she pulled me forward. The way she held my face, her little fingertips tracing my beard, learning the shape of my jaw, and studying my lips. This woman was fucking killing me. My mind began to babble away, and Ezello may as well have stuck a tazer up my ass because the shock of what she did had the same effect. Couldn’t she tell I was trying to do what a decentman would do? Fuck. And now, she had to go and stare at my fucking lips like she actually wanted me.

Before I knew what was happening, she brought her lips down onto mine. This kiss was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was weird and warm and felt nice. My chest became hot, and her scent of that natural, sweet, lemony smell was all-consuming as she deepened this foreign touch.

And then she bit me.

My eyes flew open, and when I looked down at her face, she was smiling a devilish grin while licking the blood away.

“I told you, Goliath. I bite back.”

Over the next few days,I was still drunk off her light touch. Reaching my destination, I had a dead-ass phone, a scrambled as fuck brain, and maybe a few hours before my little patient woke up for the morning. So ‘operation pussy’ better go smoothly.

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