Page 95 of Feeling Blue

“I guess you’ve never saw those pictures before?” He finally interrupted the one-sided staring contest she’d been having with the wall of childhood pictures of her and Blue.

“It’s been a while since I have.” Her eyes blinked over her shoulder when she turned just enough to make eye contact. “Problem?”

“Not at all. Take your time.”

She batted those long, curled lashes at him once more before going back to the photos. The moment she stepped closer and caused her hips to turn toward him just a little more, Pat licked his lips and looked away. He needed to keep his thoughts at bay. The last time he’d been alone with her, things didn’t go how he’d envisioned, and he didn’t want to scare her too far away to come back.

It was just so hard when he was so attracted to her. Zurena wasn’t like the typical women that occupied his time; she was a real grown woman with a real grown woman body and demeanor. It may have been bruised and somewhat tainted, buthe could feel her energy every time she was near, and it wouldn’t stop pulling at him.

Right then, it was like some sort of gravity hold that wouldn’t release him as he sat back, fawning over her peacefulness. When she leaned over to observe the photos at the bottom, Pat stood to his feet. He needed to take a piss and a few deep breaths before he decided to shoot his shot again, and she slap that shit out of the gym like last time.

He was up and moving past her when she stood up and took a faint step back to steady herself, bumping right into him.

“My fault, Beautiful,” his palms circled her arms to keep her upright on her feet.

Time stood still when she looked over her shoulder at him once more. Pat didn’t know what it was about her sparkling eyes, finding him over her shoulder, that he loved so much, but it was a deep love. One that he could feel being a weakness if he didn’t put an end to it soon. Her look was so intense and longing, as if she was beckoning him to come into her dark place and free her from her current tortures.

“You got to stop looking at me like that, beautiful. It’s shaking a nigga.”

A pregnant pause accompanied the space between them as she continued peering at him as if he hadn’t just warned her. Pat squinted his eyes and grabbed her hand with just the tips of his fingers. His touch helped her find her voice, and she cleared her throat while simultaneously moistening her lips.

“Like… like what?” she stammered while pushing some of her thick coils behind her ear.

Pat’s eyes followed her movement before diverting back to her smooth skin that probably tasted even better than it looked.

“Like you need me to save you.”

He watched her swallow and waited with bated breath. When she didn’t respond, he brushed her ear with his lips and whispered, “I will. Just tell me when.”

Not waiting another moment, he left her in the living room and found the restroom. By the time he reentered the room where the feminine energy was doing its best to suffocate him, Zurena had taken a seat on the sofa opposite of where he’d been sitting. This time, when the silence settled over the room, he didn’t feel too out of place. Of course, the smell of her perfume and subtle sounds she released while watching something on her phone alerted him to her presence, but he controlled himself much better.

Calm, but with his eyes still on her, he caught her every time she tried to sneak a glance, and it eventually made her snicker quietly. Though he didn’t laugh, he rendered her a friendly smile just as Blue rounded the corner, dressed and ready.

“Aight, let’s get it.”

Zurena stood first. “Where we going?”

“To Yayo’s spot. He having a lil’ party. You rolling?”

“Nah, I’ll probably just head home. I’m not even dressed for nothing like that.”

Blue and Pat frowned at her immediately, but only Blue spoke. “Why you always trying to sit in the house? You need to get out and enjoy yourself. That might give your puppy dog face ass something to smile about.”

“Hush, Zurich. It’s not that. I just don’t really have nothing on.” Her head dropped as she pulled at the tight fitting denim and black top that stopped right atop her shorts.

“Nothing is wrong with what you got on. You look good. Come on. Ain’t nobody gon’ be there anyway but the gang… please?”

Her smile curved her face, bringing one from both Blue and Pat. The way the warmth highlighted her cheeks made Pat glad that he was positioned behind Blue. If he saw him gawking at his sister like that, the nigga might choose violence.

“I guess I’ll go.” She grabbed her things and headed for the door. “It’s not like I have nothing else to do anyway.”

Blue expressed how happy he was that she was tagging along while walking to set his alarm. The moment he was out of earshot, Pat rubbed his bottom lip while allowing his eyes to trail up her big, pretty legs. Since she was doing everything to avoid his stare, he didn’t get to whisper anything to her until she was on her way out the door, and hurried out behind her.

“You look beautiful… fucking beautiful. I love what you got on.”

She blushed like crazy, and it made Pat happy that he’d expressed his feelings to her.

“Thanks, Pat.”

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