That’s the matchstrike. The whole room explodes in loud, unfiltered laughter.
“Holy shit, Ghostberry,” Ria gasps between wheezes, “you’ve taken blue balls to a whole new level.”
He doesn’t even blink. Keeps that glare locked on me, arms crossed tight. Did his lips just twitch?
“The X-Men called, Mystique,” Mindfuck hollers. “You better answer fast.”
Bones snickers, barely keeping it together. Temperance pats me on the back, a little stunned. She didn’t expect this to work, and honestly, neither did I. It was just an impulse decision when Mindfuck mentioned he had a stash of gel dye cubes he’d been hoarding for his prank war but never used.
“Are you turning into a pokemon, Veep? Do we have to catch you now?” Domino howls.
Ghost’s glare snaps to him, razor-sharp. Lethal.
It takes a while for the chaos to cool down. Then someone plays the Smurfs theme song and just like that, the room erupts into madness again.
“You’re bluer than I expected. Didn’t you notice the water changing color?” I say, smiling once the noise fades.
I hid the dye inside his showerhead. But he should’ve noticed the water turning blue.
He steps forward. Slow. Eyes narrowed, locked on me. Full-on hunting mode. Suddenly, I have to fight the urge to squirm in my seat.
When he leans over the table, everyone goes dead quiet, holding their breath.
“I had my eyes closed,” he growls, his voice thick with temptation and sin. “Was stroking my cock, thinking about you in those tight-ass shorts from last night.”
Suddenly, it’s hard to swallow. Hard to breathe. Fire courses through my veins. I clutch little Gary tighter to my chest. He meows in protest. A few people leave the kitchen in a hurry.
“So itisa case of blue balls, like Ria said,” I whisper, wide-eyed, heat crawling up my neck.
He straightens, mouth curving into a wolfish grin.
“Next time, use pink, adorable,” he murmurs darkly. “It reminds me of your perfect, beautiful pussy.”
Somebody breathes out a stunned “Damn”, but I’m not listening.
I stand and glare at him. “Dream on, jackass,” I snap, spinning on my heel.
“Every minute of every fucking day, adorable,” he calls after me.
I sit at a table in the common room, waiting for everyone to be ready to leave. Little Gary is enjoying the scratches I’m showering him with, and my mind is stuck on the way Ghost spoke to me.
It wouldn’t be that concerning, except for the fact that his words definitely had an effect.
And the man was blue, for fuck’s sake. Skin literally stained with food coloring. That should’ve undercut whatever effect he had on me. Should’ve made him ridiculous.
But it didn’t.
Dammit. Damn him and his sexy bedroom eyes.
Just remember, Adora. He lies. He always lies.
I stand when I see Ria coming out of the kitchen, Ghost right behind her. The blue hue on his skin isn’t as visible from here, but if you look closely, you can still see it. I smile. It’ll vanish in a day or two, but I’ll enjoy the view while it lasts.
Tank follows them, rubbing his jaw and looking totally confused. What the hell happened? He’s muttering something under his breath as he heads for the exit, but Ria and Ghost stop at my table. She proudly pats his shoulder.
“For Bones, I’ll have to clear it with Tempe first,” she tells him with a serious look, and he nods like it’s a business transaction. “I see Mindfuck already left, but we’ll catch him soon.”
My brows shoot up. “What are you talking about, Ria?”
