The Powerful Pride of an Immortal (Immortal Supers Book 4) Kurtis Eckstein (psychology books to read TXT) 📖

I grimaced, wanting to be honest with her. “Yeah, they’re asleep upstairs, both in Heidi’s bed. Although, I did sort of lay down with them for a little while, just until they fell asleep.”

There was a pause. “That’s fine. I’m sure they’re pretty traumatized from what happened. And what about you? Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just worried about all of you.”

“Well, we’re doing okay. And we’ll leave early tomorrow morning to come back home. Did you find the address?”

I glanced around the room only to notice Winter on the couch again. Shit, they should know about that too.

“No, not yet. I’ll look here in a minute, but–”

She cut me off. “Sam, I need to tell you something. I was going to wait to tell you in person, but Lily looks a little depressed, so I’ll just tell you now. She and I did some stuff together.”

I blinked a few times, wondering if I heard her correctly. Or rather, wondering if I understood her meaning correctly. “Like, you mean–”

“Yeah, like nothing super over the top. But we’ve sort of come to an arrangement that mostly involves the vibrator. I know you’ve said in the past you were fine if anything ever happened, but I wanted to ask while I have you on the phone. Because if you’re not okay with it then I need to know, since we’re not done yet.”

Holy shit!

When I didn’t respond right away, she continued. “We’ll stop if that’s what you want,” she clarified. “Really. I’m not going to do something you’re not okay with.”

“Umm, no, you’re fine. I mean, you should know my opinion. But are you sure Lily is okay with this?”

“Yeah, she is. But I’ve got to go Sam. I’m sort of on a timer.”

“Of course. Just please be careful.”

“I will. I love you.”

“Love you too,” I replied, just before she hung up.

Damn.

Knowing Lily, I strongly doubted they were doing anything too crazy, just like Freya said, but now my mind was running wild. The arousal I had going on before was finally gone, but it was beginning to return as the idea really started to sink in.

At least, it was…

Until I recalled, again, that Winter was in the living room.

Dammit!

And I forgot to tell Freya too, because she cut me off. Oh well. I didn’t want to tell her now, since it might ruin the mood or something.

Putting a halt to my thoughts, thankful that my body hadn’t fully reacted yet, I went over to the enchiladas, grabbed one of the plates and stuck it in the microwave. I then began preparations to store the rest in the fridge, only to stop.

“Hey, are you hungry?” I wondered.

“I’m fine,” I barely heard her say.

“When was the last time you ate? Did you have dinner?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Did you have dinner?” I repeated.

When she didn’t answer, for some reason it started making me upset. Like, I thought back to first meeting her earlier in the week, and how she’d been friendly and open for a short period of time, only for all that to disappear when her aunt told her to be serious.

I also recalled Liz saying, ‘What’s gotten into you?’ as if her behavior wasn’t normal.

And all of that, contrasted with right now, just made me pissed for some reason.

I finally marched into the living room and glared at her back, silently expecting a response.

“Fine!” she snapped. “No, I haven’t eaten dinner.”

“Then get up, go into the kitchen, and get something to eat,” I snapped back. “I’m not hurting for money, so if you’re hungry then eat. Or are you also going to just hold your piss and refuse to use the bathroom, too, while you’re here?”

She abruptly glared at me over her shoulder, her eyes still glowing white, twin moons set in a pitch-black sky, before abruptly sitting up…

And then heading for the half-bathroom underneath the stairs.

Shit, are you kidding me right now? Did she seriously have to pee?

“Shut up!” I heard her call down the hall at me.

I just rolled my eyes and went back to the kitchen, putting two enchiladas on a plate for her and heating them up. I had no idea if she would want to eat it, and was perfectly fine with her picking something else, but was preparing it in case she didn’t care.

She was back barely a minute later, her eyes pale-green again in the kitchen light, sitting down at the table while I delivered a plate to her, along with a fork.

She just stared at it like it offended her, and I began wondering if she had a special diet or something. However, the moment I sat down with my plate, she picked up her fork and began eating.

Weird.

Was she waiting on me?

I took a few bites before speaking up again. “Okay look. If I ask you a personal question and you don’t want to share, then that’s fine. But if I’m asking about something else, whether it be job-related or about your personal needs, like eating, sleeping, or using the bathroom, then I need you to be honest with me.” I paused. “Although, if you have to pee, then just go pee.”

She looked up at me again. “Hard to pee when I know someone could be watching me.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “Oh. That makes sense. Sorry.”

She shrugged. “I suppose I’m not one to talk. Since I don’t exactly give you much privacy either.”

I shrugged as well. “I’m sure you’ve heard worse.”

She nodded, sticking another forkful of enchilada in her mouth. I noticed that the interior was dark red like I’d expect to see on a normal person, which again made me wonder about her lips, especially where the black stopped.

Unexpectedly, she put down her fork, swallowed what she had in her mouth, and then turned her head toward me while pulling down her bottom lip, revealing that it transitioned pretty deep inside, the black color sort of becoming like freckles dissolving into the dark red interior. Her