Page 33 of A Shared Mind

I chuckled. “Hey, it has been a long fucking day. We’re not ready to make sense of it yet, are we? Have you wrapped your mind around what happened? I’m trying like hell to do it, but it’s not easy, is it?”

“No. Not at all. Like you, I’m trying to process it myself.” He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek as I held him tight.

I took a breath. “I really should go. You need to rest.”

Justin pulled back to stare at me. “No, please don’t leave. You’ve had a couple of drinks, so you should spend the night. Will you sleep with me?”

“Will I... Yeah, I’d love to sleep with you. How about we get ready for bed and talk?” I picked him up and carried him to his bedroom.

Justin laughed. “I can walk, you know.”

“I have no doubt, but I kind of like this. Do you have an extra toothbrush?” I dropped Justin on the bed, hearing his glorious laugh.

“I actually have an extra toothbrush in the bathroom medicine cabinet. It’s not for random strangers because I don’t bring people home with me. It’s time to change out my regular toothbrush, so I picked up a two pack at the store the other day. You’re welcome to the blue one.”

Laughing, I flopped next to him. “That’s really kind of you to offer me a hygiene product.”

Justin giggled as he turned toward me on the bed. “It’s my pleasure.”

His right hand rested on my chest, and I was certain he felt my heart pounding. “So, uh, how freaked out are we? I’d love for you to use my extra toothbrush so we can kiss properly with minty fresh breath.”

He pulled me from the bed with him, a beautiful smile in place, and led me into the bathroom. I willingly followed him inside. It was apparent to me that I’d follow him anywhere.

Justin opened the blister pack of toothbrushes, offering the blue one before taking the green one from the pack. He held up the mint toothpaste and squeezed a glob on my brush before he added one to his own.

We stood, side by side, brushing our teeth and watching each other in the mirror. His bright eyes held me captive.

Once we finished brushing and rinsed our mouths, Justin turned to me and smiled, taking my blue toothbrush from me and rinsing it before inserting it into the stand next to his green one. “How’s that?”

For a flash, I was reminded of brushing my teeth with Hunter by my side for the first time we spent the night together making love. His smile when we finished rinsing was stuck in my memory forever. When I brushed my teeth every morning, I remembered the closeness I felt with him at that moment. The fact I was standing next to Justin and enjoying the same feelings was a true surprise.

Justin handed me the face towel first. I dried my mouth and returned it to him. “I like the mint toothpaste.”

Justin turned to me and grinned. “I can get cinnamon if that’s your favorite.”

Once Justin hung the towel on the rack, I put my hands on both of Justin’s cheeks. “You’re my favorite taste.”

I pulled him closer and pressed my lips to his, finding they were just as soft as I remembered from our previous kiss. When he kissed me back, I opened my mouth to give his tongue entrance. He sank into me as we leaned against the bathroom vanity as I pulled him closer.

Justin was strong. He was tall and lean, and feeling him against me was more than gratifying.

Suddenly, I remembered the revelation Eve prompted Justin to confess. He was a virgin, though not completely untouched. To be honest, I was a little worried about why Justin was still a virgin.

I was versatile sexually, so maybe if he fucked me first, he’d relax. It was his choice, and I was ready for whatever he wanted.

Chapter Sixteen

Justin

I was still taken aback by the vision of Ramon being dragged from my body by the biggest fucking dog I’d ever seen. Ramon’s leg was clutched in the snarling beast’s teeth, and then he was pulled out of my body, leaving me to my own thoughts for the first time since New Orleans.

Clay, not surprisingly, had been fantastic to me as I worked through the shock of being possessed by a spirit—or possibly a demon. Was it strange that I missed Ramon a tiny bit? The man had his own agenda that he’d bullied me to fulfill, though he wasn’t exactly successful, but something inside me wanted to help him. There was something fucked up with that logic.

After we brushed our teeth and shared a mind-melting kiss, I led Clay into my bedroom. “How do you like to sleep?” I pointed to the ceiling fan. “On or off?”

Clay had a half-grin that was sexy as hell. “I’m the guest in your home. How do you like to sleep?”

I flipped the wall switch. “Fan on. I mean, I still have the air conditioner on, but I like to sleep with a nice breeze. Uh, do you wear pajamas?” I prayed he said no.