~Ezinne~ "Get up," Malik commanded, his voice still devoid of warmth. The annoyance in me faltered for a moment, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion. But my body remained still, rooted in place by a blend of apprehension and curiosity. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Teaching,

Malik raised an eyebrow at me, then he hesitated before he took the chair in front of me, picked up a game piece and examined it. "And which are you, Red? Opponent or ally?" His gaze lifted to mine, piercing and intense that had initially made me feel as if trying to unravel the very fabric of my be

~Ezinne~ With a thoughtful smile, I reached for another arrow from my quiver. I knew Malik was a better archer than I was, but this contest was more about wit than prowess. I had come here prepared not to be too surprised by whatever question he threw at me. Now, I was given a rare opportunity to

~Ezinne~ A burnt orange sunset bled across scattered summer rain clouds as I began my walk into the garden. After yesterday's escapade, Malik had vanished as if swallowed by the earth, and I couldn't help but blame myself for it, even though his actions hurt me. Maybe I wasn't the one to coax

"Answer me, Red. Where would you let him touch?" Malik's voice was a low growl as his hands roamed assertively over my legs, pausing with a firm grip on my backside. His lips found the tender skin of my throat, planting fervent kisses that trailed down towards my chest. "Would you prefer him to be g