Whispers on the Wind

Chapter Sixteen: Om Nom Nom

Was this, fries? Salty, crunchy, just the slightest bit sweet and oooo the aroma was orgasmic! I put another in my mouth. This was much better than asparagus.

"Dip it in the milkshake," Amaya said, pushing her chocolate shake in front of me. "You won't regret it."

Warmth flooded my face. She was sharing her food with me. That was so intimate and sweet. It was almost as if we were swapping spit, tongues intertwined.

"It's just a milkshake, not my milkshake," Amaya stated grabbing her boobs and laughing her ass off.

"Is that where milkshakes come from? Human females?" I pushed her milkshake away. "That's disgusting. You can keep your liquids."

"No it's from cows you weirdo. We don't make human milk milkshakes gods. Sometimes I forget how little you know about earth." Amaya grabbed a fry from my box, dipped it in her milkshake and put it in my mouth.

I froze. I could feel the brush of her fingertips on my lips. Without thinking, I took the fry, and her fingers into my mouth and bit down.

"Ow! What the fuck, Evangeline!" Amaya pulled away, her lip sticking out as she held her offended fingers. "Why'd you bite me?"

"I thought you'd taste delicious."

The whole table stared at me. Seth coughed. Dawn blinked a few times, and Amaya turned the deepest crimson I'd ever seen. "Evangeline. . . Why are you talking like that?"

"I picked up a few things from the whores." I flipped my hair over my shoulder and wiggled my brows. "I was being sexy."

"Oh god." Amaya buried her face in her hands.

Seth and Dawn burst out laughing.

The McDonald's employees glared at us.

I had no idea what the problem was. Amaya liked the whore in the angel outfit being sexy, why didn't she like me being sexy? I frowned. What did I do wrong? Maybe I had to be dressed like I was sexy before I was sexy. All the whores did things in public and saw no issue with it, and they were the professionals, I always took the word of professionals over others.

"If you want to win over a woman, you got to tantalize them with a bite," the whore had told me while Amaya was passed out cold. "Once you know her taste, you'll never get enough, and she'll always want more."

Perhaps they hadn't been talking about fingers. . . But what else could they have possibly been talking about?

I took out my phone. Maybe private was better. Maybe having Dawn and Seth around made my sexy not so sexy. I agreed, dicks were disgusting, and maybe by being there they were soiling my mojo. I started to type into my phone and stopped. What was I supposed to say? Hey Amaya, I want to have sex with you sometime, let's get rid of the boys and steal the car? I don't care that you're bleeding and injured I just want to make sweet sweet love? No. That wasn't right. I wanted her to touch me. Everywhere, anywhere. I didn't care if we had sex. I didn't care if we kissed. I just wanted her to hold me like she held me as I fell asleep in the car.

Feeling her arms around me was the safest I had felt in a long time and I never wanted to feel anything less.

"Trying to type up something smutty?" Seth asked, leaning over my shoulder.

I slammed my phone down on the counter. It shattered into pieces, falling to the floor. I stuck out my lip in a pout. Now I would never be able to have private conversations with Amaya. Tears started to well up in my eyes as I picked up the pieces of the phone, why couldn't I ever do anything right? I couldn't be a proper angel, I couldn't be a proper demon, and now I was a mix of both and everyone hated me. Maybe Amaya hated me after I turned scary. What if she feared me now?