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Oneof his brows raises. “Soyou trust him not to snack on your neck without someone around?”
“Itrust him more thanIdo you.”
Adrianscoffs. “Don’tbe dumb—”
“Dumbis you thinkingIwant anything to do with you.Goaway.”
Defeatcrosses his face before quickly morphing into anger.Hespins around on the ball of his foot and stomps out into the store.
Zakdoesn’t hide his surprise as he carefully examines the egg in his hand. “Lovers’ quarrel, huh?”
“Tsk, can we just get this over with?”
Heclears his throat and nods.Hishand raises, but without an egg—he plucks the sunglasses from my face, folding them up and hooking them over the slightVof my shirt.Ashiver works its way through my torso when his gaze lingers, slowly working his way up to my neck before briefly meeting my eyes.
Helifts the egg to gently touch the top of my head.
Thankfully, it doesn’t crack this time.
Zakbreathes out,whooshing all at once like he was holding his breath.
Hetakes his time rubbing the egg, moving in rough, small swirls all over my body.Hedisappears behind me and pauses at the base of my neck and shoulders to make a sign of the cross.Circlingme as he makes his way down, he reappears, face set in the most adorable look of concentration.
“Stopstaring,” he murmurs in a singsong voice, working the egg over my flesh.
Avertingmy eyes,Iforce myself to look elsewhere—anywhere but my ex-boyfriend rubbing up on me. “Sorry.”
Ihold my breath when he gently grazes across my chest, when he kneels down to skim over my hips and thighs.Hepauses only to make a sign of the cross at all the major joints.
Whenhe finishes my ankles, his fingers wrap around my calf. “Up.”
Ilift my foot from the floor, and he removes my chancla before rubbing the egg in small circles over my soles.
God,Ican’t breathe when he touches me.
Imagininghim leaning forward to bury his face in my crotch has me whimpering softly.
Ifhe heard me, he ignores it.Afterdoing my other foot, he quickly rises from the floor and turns toward the sink.Hetaps the egg against the clear glass holding water, cracking it open and letting the yolk fall before tossing the shell in the trash and washing his hands.
He’snot very tall, but the counter was built specifically for his tiny, under five-feet mother, so he has to bend over a little extra.Ablue band appears over the waistband, growing bigger the more he leans down.
Mymouth waters at the sight of his toned ass. “Yourchonies are showing.”
“What?Oops—”Hequickly straightens and pulls his jeans up a little higher. “Forgotmy belt today.”
“Imean,Idon’t mind, butIdon’t think your tia wants to see your ass.”
Hechuckles, flashing me a gold-glinted grin. “Probablynot.”Hisgaze lingers on me a moment too long before he turns to study the cloudy glass.Clearinghis throat, he says, “Damn,Normareally hates you.”
Myeyes widen. “What?”
Hecrouches until he’s eye level with the egg floating in the water.Stringshang above the yolk, connecting to it and forming odd shapes.There’sno blood, but…
“Isthat aworm?”
“Mhmm.”Hecocks his head in different ways like a curious puppy.Hepoints at the strings. “There’sa skull, too; right here.It’slike brujeria two-point-oh on crack in here.”
Igroan and rub my forehead.
