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“It’s a cake filled with all twelve flavors of the hexadodron,” Zyod said. “It’s very sweet. But not as sweet as you.”
Vicky wore one of my T-shirts. It barely reached her mid-thigh. Every time she took a step, it rose, revealing a little too much skin for my liking. At least, for my liking when there was another pair of male eyes in attendance.
Even if they were Zyod’s.
I’d seen Zyod act this way with other girls in the past. Even with Ettana at times. It never bothered me then.
This time was different.
“Shouldn’t you be getting home?” I said to Zyod.
“What are you talking about?” Zyod said. “I only just got here.”
Vicky bit into the cake and made a groaning noise that I’d only ever heard her make when we were alone together.
Zyod’s mouth fell open. I hated to think what images were passing through his mind right at that moment. No doubt similar to the images that were passing through mine—only mine were memories and not make-believe.
“I’m making a real mess of your kitchen,” Vicky said, pressing a finger to the powdered sugar on the kitchen countertop and licking it off her fingers.
With her bending over like that, the T-shirt rode up higher than usual. Plenty for Zyod to gawk at.
He didn’t look like he was going anywhere anytime soon.
“We ran out of kitchen roll,” I said. “You should grab some toilet paper.”
“Right,” Vicky said. “Good thinking.”
She hopped out of the room.
“I need you to leave,” I said to Zyod.
“What for?” he said. “The show’s only just started!”
“I’ve got work to do,” I said shortly.
“All right, I’ll leave soon,” Zyod said.
“No,” I said, stepping up to him. “Now.”
Zyod looked me over and raised his hands in surrender.
“Fine,” he said, dusting off his hands. “Your house, your rules.”
He snatched up his jacket and swung it on.
“Are we okay?” he said.
We’ll be much better when you leave, I thought. My jaw clenched so tight I could barely bring myself to look at him.
“Fine,” I said.
“I guess the meeting with your mom didn’t go so great?” he said.
He pressed a hand to my shoulder.
“Try to relax,” he said. “You’ll live longer. No need to show me out. I know the way.”
Vicky came back in. She ran the tissues under the faucet and wiped it across the tabletop. She accidentally leaned over too far and made the front of her T-shirt wet.
