Page 94 of Taeja

“Okay,” she said. “Thank you both.”

Damon grinned. “Of course. We’re here for you.”

“I know.” Taeja returned to the living room. She made herself comfortable on the sofa, tugging a cushion to her chest and rocking her body. She frowned at her pointer and middle finger on her left hand, the slight discomfort of the bandages restricting her movement. “Good thing I’m right-handed,” she joked in self-pity.Sighing, Taeja closed her eyes, deciding she’d rest until the fried rice was ready.

A mouthwatering aroma wokeher up a while later. She looked up at her guys, towering above her. Zain had his arms crossed over his chest, his hair framing his face. Damon held a plate and a glass of juice in his hands.

“Are you still hungry, or do you want to finish sleeping?” Damon asked.

“I’ll eat,” Taeja said as she sat up.

“Didn’t have a choice,” Zain muttered. While Damon handed the food to her, he occupied the furthest spot on the sofa she sat on. “You need to fix your eating schedule.”

“I tried before, but it didn’t work out.”

“It’ll work out because you have a reason to eat now. We can’t fuck you on an empty stomach,” Zain said, grabbing a plate off the coffee table.

Damon snickered as he sat on the couch that Zain was on earlier. He had a plate in his hand now. “I agree with him.”

“Of course, you would,” Taeja replied as she shoveled rice onto the fork. “Unu a musi rabbit. I don’t know which one of unu more fucky fucky.”

“Damon,” Zain answered.

Damon snickered before looking at Zain with a smirk, making Zain raise his brow. His smirk widened. “She wants me to use my piercing on her.”

Zain looked at her, a small smirk on his lips. “Is that so, Taeja?”

She blushed and looked away. “Yes…” she trailed off, their attention making her hot. “But not tonight. I’m in pain.”

“You only need your pussy.”

“And you need a filter,” she said, and Zain’s brows furrowed. She rolled her eyes. “Can we watch a movie?”

“Sure.” Damon reached for the remote. “What do you want to watch?” he asked, and she suggested a rom-com.

Taeja’s brows furrowed as they groaned. “What’s wrong with rom-coms?”

“Nothing…” Damon said while searching for one.

“It’s fine. We can watch something else. Put on an action movie, I like those. Are you okay with it, Zain?” she asked, and Zain nodded.

Damon found a random movie, and they ended up barely paying attention to it. All they did was talk and laugh with each other.

During this, Damon turned the lights off and came over to sit on the same sofa. Taeja laid her head on his shoulder, and he threw his arm around her. Zain placed her feet in his lap, absentmindedly massaging them.

She glanced at Zain with the smallest of smiles. The light from the television cast shadows on his face, making him more rugged. He didn’t look like he realized what he was doing. Taeja was so happy that Zain was touching her that she was hesitant to make even the slightest of movements.

Damon laughed at something on the screen, making Taeja focus on the movie again. “Remember this?” Damon asked, and Zain nodded.

“What’s funny?” Taeja pried.

“We used to have belching contests. Just like they’re doing.”

Taeja scowled at the screen. “Ew.”

Damon laughed. “What? It’s not nasty, it’s fun. Listen to this—” He released a big belch.

Taeja covered her nose. “Ew, Damon!”

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