Episode XIII| What If I Said I Wanted You
She couldn't help but giggle, though her heart raced. He grinned back, the softness of it catching her off guard.
For a moment, Ayana hesitated. Was it a good idea to take his hand?
Her emotions were a battlefield, with vengeance and desire waging war within her.
She didn't know which side would win, and calculating the outcome led her nowhere.
Her hand trembled as she reached out, uncertain yet unable to resist.
The second her fingers touched his, he yanked her toward him.
Her body collided with his, careful not to put pressure on his injury.
She slammed her hand into the headboard to steady herself, and before she realized it, she was straddling him completely, her knees pressed to either side of his hips.
Ayana's head fell back, her body shuddering as his fingers grazed her bare skin. Before she could catch her breath, he pulled her down, his mouth devouring her instantly.
Block pulled away, his lips glistening, kissing her inner thigh sweetly, almost mockingly, before tossing her to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Ayana covered her mouth, half in shock, half in disbelief. "The shit you say, Block, is crazy as fuck," she murmured, shaking her head, a reluctant smile breaking through her tension.
His ribs were badly bruised. She knew it would take weeks for them to heal, but something in her told her he wasn't going to wait that long.
Even as she lay there, her mind wandering, the thought of killing him resurfaced, creeping into her consciousness. He was weak right now. Vulnerable.
Later that night, Ayana tossed and turned in her bed, sleep refusing to claim her. Her mind kept drifting back to Block. What was he doing right now? Was he thinking of her? The uncertainty gnawed at her.
Giving up on sleep, she threw off the covers and left her room. Her steps were quiet, but when she opened the door, she found herself face-to-face with Basket.
Basket only chuckled, his eyes dark, but not cruel like Block's. "Go see my brother, girl," he said, his voice low, almost amused.
Ayana's mind raced, trying to piece together what had just happened. The fear subsided slowly, and as she entered Block's room, the atmosphere shifted. The toxicity she expected wasn't there. Instead, there was a strange calm.