Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)

by Ella James

“You’re saying you think I can’t be a guardian angel?”

“I’m saying I think you’re the clone imposter.” “The clone?”

“Yeah. So I’m just wondering where is Player One,” DG says. “Pshhh.” I wave at myse...

“Must have scared you if you’re acting like this. ...

“A little.” I add, “But I deserved it.”

“I remember waking up in my room…before. And hearing you,”

“Hearing me crying last night?”

“Yeah. You know…”

“Yeah, I know,” I confirm. “So after that, we—I—”

“This is so weird.” “You had a good time,”

“Until after. I was a prick, and then you went to get a shower.” “And in the shower…” I nod. “I ...

“You were gonna say sorry?” “Shut the fuck up.”

“Yeah,” I say, “so I went in and saved you. Basically a hero.”

“Brought you in here, tucked you all up.”

“Probably. But I told her I’ve got it covered. I’ve been checking in.” I hold my phone up. “Using the finger tester thing to check things out.” “The finger tester thing, huh?” “The pulse oximeter.” “Wow, that’s what it’s called?”

“That’s what it said on the box.”

“Like I got my dick sucked by some ‘straight’ guy,” he says.

When I was sleeping off the seizure, I think I was aware that he was with me. And I was happy. I was partially conscious, and I have these fragments of memory where I was happy to be in his bed. I remember his hands on me. Maybe my face? Pretty sure he played with my hair.

But anyway, when I woke up, he had his arm over me. Why?

Tears fill my eyes again. I swallow to keep them from falling. I'm not gonna cry about this shit yet. It was just a onetime thing. No way it happens again. You can't drive now.

"Say it again, Snow White." I feel the mattress indent as he sits down by me. "I'm listening. Just speak up a little louder..." My mind spins. "Snow White?"

"Shit, I meant to say Sleeping Beauty."

"I wasn't sure if you would want to go. So...I got you this." He leans away and reappears in my frame of vision with a cherry Icee. "Marcel got it, but I ordered it,"

"Thought your tongue might be sore,”

“You stuck it so far down my throat, I accidentally bit it."

"Gotcha."

"Do you want to go?" He seems intense. Scrutinizing.

"If you don't, we can stay here."

"You don't need to take me,” I say. “Or stay."

"Yeah, I know. But I want to."

"You didn’t give me a seizure, you know. Even if you were a dickwad." I

"Can't get in my head, angel face."

"I k...

There’s about two feet between us as he wraps his hand around the front door’s handle, pulls it open, and steps onto the porch. I’m stepping out behind him when he turns back around. I bump into him.

“shit.”

“So...

was wondering—do you need a soda or water?” Is this awkward Ezra? Why’s he looking at me like that? “Do you?” I laugh. His face closes itself off. “I’ll get something.”

"Did you want to die that day?

"Truth or truth, Mills?" he says. "You know all about me. Right down to the taste of my cock. So, yes. Truth, Ezra."

"Yeah.”

"No more than any other day."

"You want to die on any other days because of where you live?" "What does that mean?”

"Because of all the bigots?" he asks.

"Not all of them,"

"Only some. Everybody has the...

"What's your baggage, perfect boy?" "Is...

Even your name sounds like a hero. Josh Miller—it’s like Clark Kent.”

"You don't know shit about me, Ezra. Not even one thing."

"I know you like when I lick your little slit. And if I run my tongue around the rim of your dickhe...

it like a popsicle, and your hand in my hair will pull, but never too hard. Perf...