Page 34 of Tarnished Hands

“Why are you touching your cunt?” he asks.

“Did we have sex?” I question.

Ezra scoffs and stands. I see then that he’s wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else. He doesn’t answer me as he heads to his shower. I hear him turn it on and wonder why he never responded.

Getting up from the bed, I find my heels and pants on the floor. Slipping them on, I walk into the bathroom to see Ezra with his head under the water, one hand braced against the wall, and he just stands there.

“Did we have sex?” I ask again.

Ezra turns to look at me, and those emerald eyes lock on mine. “No, I don’t fuck women who can’t speak a sentence. And if I did fuck you, you would remember it.” He turns away and runs his hands over his face.

“Why are you so mad?”

“It could have to do with the guy you would have gone home with if I hadn’t come to get you.” He turns, and I see his cock is semi-hard. My gaze locks on it as he turns the shower off and steps out. He’s now standing in front of me.

“Move.”

“We aren’t an item. You can’t be mad at me for another guy wanting me.”

“Move,” he says again, water dripping down his tanned skin.

“Is that all that’s making you mad?”

“Move,” he repeats, a little louder this time.

I cross my arms over my chest and glare up at him.

“No.” We stand in a stalemate for what seems like ages, when all of a sudden, he leans forward, grips my hips, lifts, and moves me to the side before he puts me back down. He grabs a towel, dries himself off, and walks straight past me without another word.

I turn and stare at myself in the mirror. My eye makeup is all smudged, and I look like I had a big night, which, clearly, I did. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I hear him moving around in his bedroom. After washing my face, I find his toothpaste and put it on my finger before I rub it over my teeth. I can taste how bad my mouth must smell. Fixing up my hair, I walk out to see Ezra’s no longer in his bedroom. Heading out to the kitchen, I find him cooking.

“Maybe we should talk.”

“You should probably leave. Your friend is almost here.”

“My friend?” I ask, confused.

“Sailor. She’s coming to collect you. I have a busy day and can’t be chasing after you.”

The smell of bacon hits me.

“Piper.” I turn at the calling of my name, and my knees go weak, my heart stuttering when I see his brother in a motorized wheelchair. “I didn’t think I would ever see you again. It’s been too long.” I didn’t even notice his brother at the dining table. I give him a puzzled look, then turn back to Ezra, who isn’t paying me any attention. He plates up the food and brings it to his brother, placing it in front of him. Then he dishes up more and slides the next plate on the counter to me. I notice it’s a plate that has dividers built into it.

Did he get this just for me?

“Eat before you leave. I’m sure you need something in that stomach since you threw everything up last night.” I look at the bacon, and my mouth starts watering.

“Are you eating?” I ask Ezra. He puts the pans in the sink and washes them up without once glancing at me. I take a bite of bacon and moan. Gosh, that tastes good. He wipes his hands on his jeans, grabs a set of keys, then taps his brother’s shoulder as the front door opens and a nurse walks in.

Smiling, she offers me a small wave and says something to Ezra, which gets a small smile from him before he walks out the door without a goodbye to me.

“Oooh, he’s mad at you,” Tony says.

The nurse goes to him and sits down next to him. She starts checking stuff, and I give him a questioning look, wanting an explanation. “Bad car accident. Now I’m fucked and can’t walk. Luckily for me, I have a great big brother,” he explains.

“How long ago?” I ask.

But before he answers, I work out exactly when it was. It was when Ezra got that phone call when he was with me. He had left upset, angry, and in a rush. Damn, I get it now. “Where is he going?” I hear the rev of his engine as he leaves.

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