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in the
morning and took them out in the evening; he had me doing it for
the past two months and it had become part of our routine. I liked
it, it felt…good and not just because being near Gerik felt
abnormally good. I had always brushed my little sister Tahyra’s
hair and styled it.
    Three guesses at who braided it today? I
wondered at what else they had done? My stomach knotted at the
thought of them together intimately.
    “Nice hair,” I said without thinking about it
first. That was me, always doing without thinking. My mouth had a
brain of its own. My daddy always said one day it was going to get
me in a world of trouble.
    He froze mid-step at the sound of my voice
and turned to look at me. “Don’t start this with me, yeah?”
    Start this with him? What a joke. He
completely crossed the line this morning and he knew it.
    I crossed the distance between us, my body
instantly reacting to the nearness of him. I ignored it, as much as
anyone could ignore an onslaught of emotional and physical
perfection. But he didn’t, he never could or would; his eyes grayed
and his face tightened.
    Willing my frustration and lust to turn to
anger, I shoved hard against his massive chest. He didn’t move. I
was suddenly sick of all these men and their bodies made out of
solid rock. Give me a pudgy stomach to sink my fist into. I’d at
least like to hear a nice grunt or something. Any sort of
acknowledgment of pain. Even a little grimace would’ve been
nice.
    I pushed him again. In return he heaved
forward with his chest. It was just a small movement but it was
enough and I stumbled backwards.
    “Is something wrong Trinity?” His nostrils
flared. “Something you want to talk about?”
    I laughed. It wasn’t a nice laugh and I
shouldn’t have done it but there was no middle ground when it came
to Gerik. In order to ignore this anomalous attraction, I had to
try and shut down completely. I became cold and distant, repressed
my brains normal responses to him to be flirtatious and sensual. It
was the only way: black or white. There was never any gray area
with Gerik and me, unless it was the color of his eyes and that
color that was for me and me alone.
    I turned to leave but he snatched my wrist
causing heat to flare where he touched me. It shot up my arm,
arrowed through my chest making my breasts swell and ache, then
spiraled down toward my stomach before settling in between my
legs.
    I faltered.
    It took every ounce of sanity left inside of
me to glare at him but I managed it and he glared right back,
unwilling to release me.
    Both our bodies were tense and strung as
tight as wires as we silently fought. He wanted everything from me
and I wanted… Well that was the problem wasn’t it? I didn’t know
what I wanted. The emotions pouring out of us were already past
excessive and well on their way to redundancy.
    “You feel that, yeah?” He leaned downed and
pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was like a shock to my already
overloaded system. My heart was thumping hard and fast against my
chest feeling like, at any moment, it might explode.
    “That’s me inside you, Trinity. I’ve always
been there and always will be.”
    I gasped against his mouth as my body
betrayed me and swayed forward, collapsing against him. The
electric sensations he was somehow creating within my womb spread
like wildfire across nerve endings. My insides writhed and stilled,
thrashed and throbbed until the final explosion left me grasping to
stay standing, fighting for breath, as it threatened to end me
completely.
    Gerik held me steady against him until the
quivering inside of me had subsided, and I was again able to hold
my own body weight. Nevermind the fact that I was still breathing
quite heavily.
    “Feel better?” He whispered, his breath
against my cheek beginning to stoke a fire inside me that had yet
to die. A fire I feared, that with Gerik, would never die.
    I swallowed hard and tried to nod.
    “It’s only you, Trinity. I keep telling