Page 184 of Shadowman
Pedroia hustles me along, pushing me past my cell. My brow furrows. “Where—”
“I didnotjust hear a word come out of that pouty mouth…” he snarls.
Zipping my lips together, I swallow down my rage for this prick, and my confusion about where the hell we’re going.
We end up in the cafeteria, which is a real bummer because I’ve gotten used to eating with Trevel. Despite not being able to speak, I like having my meals with him. I guess Dr. Love was right… About me feeling comfortable in his presence.
Not that I want to give him credit for anything, since he’s an entitled asshole, but the guy isreallyfucking smart. I can see why Trevel got along with him so well for so many years…
My stomach rolls while I pick apart my stale bread.
I wonder what they’re talking about… What they’re… doing.
This jealousy is unnecessary and ridiculous. It makes me feel like a fool because he’snotmy boyfriend. He’s not myanything. We’re just friends who are hooking up, sharing a cell, and have a severely unhealthy attraction to vengeance.Nothing more.
When the meal ends, I’m brought directly to the showers, and based on the sounds of running water and nothing else, I guess there are already people in here. I wander inside, going for our spot in the back. Lifting my shirt over my head, I come to a full stop when it comes down and my eyes land on Trevel. Beneath a spray of water, running long fingers through his black hair.
What is he doing here?? He must have come straight from therapy…
I’m not trying to stand here gawking, but it’s hard not to. I think I’m glad to see him… Here, withme, and no one else.
Really fucking glad.
So many varying emotions bubble up when I see him, but I’m having trouble processing any of them right now, because he’s naked. Andwet.
His back is to me, meaning I have the perfect view of his smooth skin and the sinews of his back, leading down a tapered waist to a fullydeliciousass. He’s sotall. His legs and torso go on for miles.
But that booty is just…
I swallow.Mouthwatering.
He’sbadfor me…So everyone keeps saying.
He’s dangerous, untrustworthy.Troubled.
But that’s not all I see. I don’t see some fucked-up creature who will use and abuse me to get what he wants. I don’t see the serpent slithering around the garden.
When I look at him, I see a hot fucking dude. A purely gorgeous guy, with purple eyes that see therealme. A quirky, maddening weirdo who has somehow captivated me in record time.
I see the only person in the world who knows all of my deepest secrets, and who’s holding on to them for me. Trevel Fenwick grabbed my baggage without a second thought, carrying it for me so that I don’t have to.
Chivalrous of him, I know. Such a gentleman…
This thing has become so convoluted,sodamn fast. And despite what I said, what I made him agree to, the truth is that every second that ticks between us feels like a glaring indication… I’m not sure itcanbe just casual between us. It’s too potent.
Foolish or not, I think I trust him. I think I want to… walkwithhim in the shadows.
Taking lithe steps, I move closer, and he spins around, as if he senses me right away. Head tilting, pink lips twisting at their corner to give me that crooked smile that’s contagious.
I release a breath and shove my pants down, with the boxers. Like an admission, or an offering. And he takes it, eyes dipping shamelessly, gliding over me with a fast and furious hunger in his vibrant gaze. I can tell he wants me closer, and even if I didn’t have to go that way to get into the shower, I’d be moved there by the call of those irises.
“Come here, Byron.”
“Come closer, baby.”
I’m still afraid to drop the shields again.It nearly destroyed me last time…
But with him, I don’t think I can stop myself.
