𝐒𝐲𝐧 ┃𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

77. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑒

Queen

"Then what do you see..."

I took a deep breath, holding his maddeningly enchanting gaze. "Turn around," I requested, my heart thundering against my chest. I did not doubt that he could hear every beat, but I stood tall- the things I had to say to him needed to seep through his stubborn ass head. He wouldn't take me seriously if I wavered under his eyes. Sure, he'd humor me...maybe kiss and fuck me into believing I had eradicated all doubts and worries from his mind- but it was just an act.

And he was damn good at it.

"Why?" He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him. The corner of his lips curled up into a smile as he looked down at me, but his eyes told a different story.

"Just do it," I insisted, gently pushing his forearms away from my waist. He scrunched his brows, a mix of confusion and determination swirling in his eyes. He opened his mouth, words failing to come out as he looked at my pleading expression. He sighed, dropping his arms from my body yet not quite giving in.

"Syn, you've spent hours staring at my naked body. I remember multiple instances where you'd get upset if I even tried to cover myself or stop you from seeing something I wasn't exactly...confident about," I said, flashes of memories running through my mind. "You'd lose your mind-"

"That's because you're beautiful," he said. "And I don't appreciate being denied looking at beautiful things. Especially when they belong to me."

I nodded. "So we're on the same page."

"Right." He gave me a single nod in return.

"So turn around."

"What?"

"Turn. Around," I repeated.

He crossed his arms in defiance, letting out a laugh and tilting his head to the side. I swallowed a breath as the drops of water dripped down his broad shoulders, down his sculpted chest...past his abs- immediately my eyes moved back to his before I followed the water down to the large presence looming between the both of us.

"Why don't you turn around, Princess?" He teased, his thumb rubbing his bottom lip. I was met with a knowing smile that I didn't return as I crossed my arms. "I promise you that you'll enjoy it a lot more than whatever it is you're trying to do to me."

"Syn," I spoke softly. "You have demanded every centimeter of my body- to touch, look at, kiss, and a million other ungodly things I've never denied you. You've seen everything even when I didn't want you to."

He sighed, running a hand through his wet thick hair.

"I'm not asking you to do any of that. I just want you to give me an ounce of that trust you claim to have in me. Just for a minute, please," I continued. "You asked me what I see, and I plan on answering."

The deflated look in his eyes gave into my will before his body did. But after a few moments, he did as I asked. "You have thirty damn seconds, Queen. When your time is up, I'm turning around and fucking you against that cold ass wall behind you."

My center ached at his words, the reminder of him in me less than an hour ago in my mind. Focus. I let out a slow breath, my eyes trailing down Syn's neck, to his bare back.

I always believed that every scar painted on a person's body was a story waiting to be told. I had a few myself and I could tell a dozen stories of clumsiness and stupidity. Syn's, however, were far different than mine. If each of mine were a short story, his were a fucking Bible- each testament and chapter drawn out and agonizing, teaching brutal lessons that demanded everyone's attention.