Chapter 16

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I pulled away from Clayton, eyes wide. John stood over us, seething in anger. I fell onto my back, scrambling away from John. Curse my luck, he had awoken. I swear I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

               Clayton sat slightly confused, not sure whether to be furious, shocked, or

happy. I easily knew my emotion: scared. And scared I was. The fear coursed

through my body, paralyzing me in my spot. I couldn’t move, could barely breathe.

                “I said, what the fuck are you doing to him?” John growled, his voice

dangerously low. I didn’t move. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to react. If I told

him, he’d kill me but if I didn’t tell him, he’d kill me anyways.

                Either way I died.

                “She didn’t do anything to me” Clayton said, shaking his head. “Lay off

her man”

                “She. Was. Eating. Your. Face.” John growled.

                If I wasn’t so terrified, I would have laughed. Fortunately, I wasn’t at that

level of fear yet where I went mentally insane.

                “She wasn’t eating my face” Clayton snapped. He stood up, putting

himself between John and myself. “She was answering a question”

                “By trying to eat you?” John hissed

                “For the last time she wasn’t trying to eat me!” Clayton yelled “I asked

her a question. She was showing me the answer”

                “She could have easily explained it”

   

             “Not really” Clayton said, finally understanding why I couldn’t tell him what a

kiss was. “That’s not something you can explain with words”

                “Dude what the fuck happened to you” John said, looking into Clayton’s

eyes. He looked genuinely worried for a second about Clayton’s health. “She did

something to you”

                “It wasn’t bad!”

                “What the hell did you want to know that involved her attacking you with

her mouth?”

                “I asked what a kiss was!” Clayton snapped.

                It grew deadly quite. If I thought John was pissed before, I could barely

comprehend how mad he was right now. He shoved Clayton backwards.

                Clayton fell on the ground, groaning in pain.

                “You WHAT?!” John roared. I flinched at the loudness.

                “You heard me” Clayton said with less confidence in his voice. John bent

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