Page 28 of Savored Sins
Zeke shields his eyes from the light, studying me. “And what about you? Not horny?”
God.Whydid I have to turn the lights back on? I can already feel myself blushing.
“I don’t know,” I say. “I mean—yes. Yes, that got me going. But like… you’re Lydia’s fiancé’s little brother. And I didn’t really know what you meant bycrazier, and it’s been a long time since anyone, like, used their mouth on?—”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Zeke says, cutting me off mid-sentence. “You mean not since your divorce, right? God, I hope that’s what you mean.”
“Um… No, Patrick wasn’t really?—”
“FuckPatrick,” Zeke says loudly. “That asshole was married toyou—this—thisbombshell—and he wasn’t routinely eating your pussy? Glad you got rid of him.”
“Well, that wasn’twhy, but…”
“Whatever. One more reason.”
That makes me laugh. “Great. I’ll write it down.”
We’re quiet a moment, both content to stare at each other from our respective spots on the floor. I’m still reeling from what just happened. It feels like something’s been cracked open, stripped back. Like the masks have come off or something. And neither of us knows what to say, but we’re not shying away from it, either.
Finally I ask the question I’ve been dying to know the answer to. “What does it feel like?”
Zeke leans back, setting one elbow on the coffee table. “What? Getting a blow job from a ghost?
“Yeah.”
He thinks for a moment. “Mm. It’s hard to explain, and it probably sounds weird, but it’scold. Like, it’s slick and warm like a human person’s mouth, but it’s… cold.”
“To be honest, that doesn’t sound very enjoyable.”
Zeke laughs. “Yeah, I’m not doing it justice. But it’s great—it really is.”
“Better than getting blown by a human?”
“Nope,” Zeke says, holding my gaze.
And that’s what does it. After everything that’s happened tonight, it’s that pointed ice-blue gaze of his, like he’s looking straight into me, that gets me way too flustered. I get to my feet,glancing at the spirit board still spread across the coffee table and the snuffed-out candles, soft and tacky with dripping wax.
“I should probably finish up some stuff for work,” I announce. “You can stop by the boutique in the morning to give a final check to the alterations.”
“Sure. Will do.”
Zeke stands, too, and carries the candlesticks back to the mantel. He runs a hand through his hair, clearly a nervous tic of his.
“So, uh, since that went kind of… sideways… can we figure out a different time to film? I’ve only got a couple weeks left until the deadline. I was also kind of thinking maybe we could do some research before then? Try to figure out who this girl is…?”
“Definitely,” I say. “I’ll see what I can dig up.”
Zeke packs up his tripod and walks with me to the front door. As we stand on the step, trying to figure out how the hell to say good night after having the kind of evening we just had together, Zeke looks at me like he wants to say something. But he doesn’t. He just twirls his keys around one finger, looking out at the moonlit lake.
Finally, he turns back to me and just says, “Later.”
I watch him bound across the darkened lawn, making his way to the cabin. There’s a part of me that wants to go after him—but I don’t. After Zeke heads inside and the lights flip on, I turn back to the living room. The spirit board is still spread across the coffee table. Gingerly, I fold it up, carry it to the kitchen, and set it out of sight on the far corner of the counter. I’ll text Zeke and let him know he left it. God knows he probably won’t even notice.
I touch the pendant hanging around my neck. I wonder how much Zekedoesnotice. I wonder if he noticed how turned on I was. How clear it was that I wanted him. And how could I not?The comfort and command he so obviously displayed in such a crazy situation was hot as hell.
Somehow I can let loose with Zeke while still feeling safe, and that fact alone drives me wild. There’s a strange, wistful fluttering in my chest when I think about it.
Because I can’t help thinking I should’ve gotten a little crazier.
