Page 98 of Dissolving Prejudice

He snapped his fingers. “I know. You need more time to heal and reassurance of our love—”

Wanting him to shut it, I grabbed his hips and pulled him down until he was on his back with me on top. “Where do you even get all that shit from?” I laughed, and he smiled.

“I may or may not have read one of Miles’s romance books.”

Romance books?

“But I’m serious.” He poked my nose. “I want you to tell me why.”

My eyes darted to his lips before going back to his baby blues. Knowing that I had no chance against him, I didn’t even try fighting him.

“Carmen, Mamá, Iván… they were the only ones I ever said those words to, and look what happened.” Immense, gut-wrenching sadness overtook me with the thought of them, and I had to swallow hard before I could speak again. “I don’t want to admit that I believe in superstitions… but I do, and so far, luck hasn’t necessarily shown me any favors.”

Shay-Lee’s brows rose to his hairline, and I wondered if he found me to be dead-ass crazy a moment before a big smile took over his features.

“Awww.” He pushed his bottom lip into a pout before smacking my cheeks in his palms and squeezing me tight. “That’s such a stupid reason but also, like, the cutest shit ever.” He pulled me down in a crushing hug.

“You’re so adorable, Camilo.”

Ugh.

With my head shoved in his chest and his arms wrapped around me, he spoke. “All jokes aside, I’m glad you told me. But you have nothing to be scared of.”

“How come?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Because I ain’t going to die anytime soon, darling.” He flashed me a toothy grin that didn’t help to put my nerves at ease.

It didn’t matter that we went through hell and survived because we were still far from being safe. On top of that, the mere thought of his death made me feel sick to my stomach, enough so that I couldn’t even bear talking about it.

“What are you going to do about Jordan?” I, very bluntly, changed the subject.

It was his turn to sigh.

“Next week, we’re going to see his mom for her birthday. I’m thinking of breaking up with him after that.”

“What? Why?” I grimaced, my blood spiking because I wanted him to end it tonight.

“Because,” he said with a grunt while rising up, pushing me while doing so. “It’s going to be hard on him, and I’d rather not ruin his mom’s birthday in addition to breaking his heart.”

“Who cares about his heart,” I groaned and got a glare in return.

Only now fixing his clothes so he’d look less fuckable (if that was possible given the bruises on his neck and messy hair), he went on saying the same crap about how Jordan was a good guy and how we shouldn’t hurt him and blah, blah, blah—

“Hey.” He grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at him. “I am going to break up with him. You just need to be patient for a week or two.” He finished putting on his shirt when he turned to give me a sassy look. “Besides, it’s not like I won’t see you during that time.”

I raised a questioning brow his way. “You won’t?”

A devilish smirk pulled on his lips before he climbed back on my lap. “Think I can live without this?” He palmed my cock over my pants.

“So you only want me for my body?”

“What can I say?” He bit my bottom lip. “You’re hot as fuck.”

Ah, damn it. I was getting hard, and he noticed it, too. Looking between us, Shay-Lee chuckled.

“My, my, it seems like he doesn’t mind being used.”

“Maybe.”