Pitbabe S2, Chapter 25 pg 7

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 25 pg 7

   “Have you brought anyone else to sleep here?” I asked while peppering kisses along the inner thigh of the beautiful homeowner, missing him. And I believed he missed me just as much. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be lying there with that dreamy smile.

   “What do you think?” Babe raised a teasing eyebrow.

   “No scent on the bed,” I answered flatly, before sinking my teeth into the thigh of the famous racer. Babe didn’t even flinch. Instead, he let out a soft hum from his throat, as if he enjoyed the slight sting I gave him. “But I don’t know about other places.”

   “Wanna know? Go sniff around the whole house then.”

   “I’m not a dog.”

   “Not really, but it’s close,” the beauty replied with a delighted laugh. “I caught you because of the scent, as always. My senses are pretty useful, huh?”

   “I didn’t mean to; it just picked up the scent on its own.”

   “That faint of a scent? If you weren’t trying to sniff it out, you wouldn’t have noticed it. Don’t lie to me.”

   I didn’t argue. Honestly, I shouldn’t have lied to Babe about his senses in the first place. Babe knows exactly how his special senses work. They make him pick up scents faster than most people. Scents that are already strong become overwhelmingly sharp to him, while those too faint for ordinary people to notice become subtle traces for us. It might take some focus to catch the molecules of a scent and distinguish it, especially scents left by people on objects or places, which are usually very faint—unless they’re on fabric.

   “Besides, who I bring to bed has nothing to do with you,” Babe said, reaching down to ruffle my hair. His five fingers played with my strands, kneading and messing them up until they were completely out of shape. But in moments like this, who cares about hairstyles? I didn’t want to look cool anymore. I just wanted him to dote on me. “You don’t get to call me out.”

   “I’m not saying anything,” I replied. “I just want to know.”

   “And if I really did bring someone else to bed?”

   “Who?”

   I’m terrible at acting. Just the mention of someone else while we’re together in bed made me jolt upright, my voice turning hard as I pressed him. My eyes probably weren’t too friendly either. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have burst out laughing, shaking like that.

   “That’s your ‘not saying anything’?”

   I messed up.

   “I just want to know who,” I tried to cover, speaking honestly. I didn’t want to lose face too much. “Maybe it’s someone I know.”

   “You think I’d sleep with someone you know?”

   “I don’t know. Anything’s possible.”

   “You only know people on the team. You think I’d be that crazy?”

   I wanted to argue that I don’t just know people from X-Hunters. At the very least, my number-one enemy, Willy, isn’t one of them. Sure, it’s true I’m close to a limited circle, but that doesn’t mean I know few people. Most of the people Babe knows, I know too. So it’s entirely possible that whoever Babe (might have) brought to mock me in this bed could be someone I’m familiar with.

   But judging by Babe’s demeanor, I’m pretty sure he hasn’t had anyone new since we broke up. And right now, I don’t want to waste time picking a fight with him over something else.

   “I was just saying. I know Babe doesn’t have anyone else but me.”

   There are far more interesting things to focus on.

   “Pretty confident, aren’t you?” Babe said. He squirmed a little, as if trying to stop me from pulling off his underwear—the last piece left. Why act shy now?

   “Don’t be stubborn, okay?”

   “Why?”

   “I’m going to take it off.”

   “Why is it always my stuff that has to come off?” Babe narrowed his eyes, looking somewhat displeased. He scanned me, fully clothed from head to toe, while he was left in just his underwear. Just one piece (which I found insanely sexy), it might not seem very fair, but I didn’t see why it was such a big deal. “Aren’t you going to take off even a single piece?”

   “Well, I’ll take off your stuff first, obviously.”

   “Then why not take it off together?” The one being stripped first said in a firm tone.

   “What’s that… getting worked up over something this small?”

   “If it’s so small, why are you making a fuss about it?”

   “Why do you want to see so badly?”

   “Ugh!” Unable to win the argument, Babe threw his head back onto the pillow and flailed like a child upset with their parents. I looked at this child in an adult’s body with exasperation, but there was nothing I could do except climb on top of him, pinning him down with my hands before he regressed any further.

   “Stop,” I said firmly. “You’re doing it again. When you’re not happy, you start throwing a tantrum.”

   “Well, why don’t you take it off…” This time, Babe’s voice turned coy, knowing exactly where my limit was for his stubbornness. That beautiful face, sulky, lips pouting, eyebrows furrowed, until I had to poke it to loosen up because just looking at it gave me a headache. “Why’s Papa so stingy? Can’t I just take a look?”

   “I’m not stingy, but you seem so eager to see, so I’m just teasing you.”


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