Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,61

stared back at me had my whole body quivering out of sheer impatience.

It's like I went from drained and anxious to a sexually charged puppy.

Adonis merely patted his lap, and just like that, I was there, sitting on it and looking at him in wait for his next gestured command. His darkened eyes shifted back to their normal purple nature, the silver rings briefly expanding before they, too, returned to their normalcy.

That left me feeling disappointed, and a pout automatically formed on my lips.

Adonis hooked an arm around my waist before he leaned right in to kiss me tenderly. There was no magic involved in the simple touch. It was simply a sweet kiss that left me wondering if we'd one day surpass the barrier that stopped him from wanting to take things to another heated level.

"Adonis," I whispered. "Why did you stop?"

His lips were still inches from mine when I asked, and I could see them morph into a hard line as his eyes couldn't hide his confliction.

"Do you really hate your body?"

His question was completely unexpected, leaving me staring back at him with a blank stare while my emotions went into overdrive. His question surprised me for a number of reasons, but what screamed out to me was whether he and the others could possibly be attracted to me in my current state.

I'd always been on the curvier side, at least with my hips and my slim waist. Regardless of those qualities, I'd never felt this hollow incompleteness. My weight loss was merely just a part of my recent dysphoria when it came to my appearance.

Even now as I sat on Adonis's lap, I worried about the scratches and wounds I'd yet to heal. The marks I refused to get rid of because I couldn't gather the strength or courage to discredit what had occurred that day of the funeral.

With magic, my glamor was on point, even when in Omarion's presence, but without those extra abilities that gave some sort of comfort, I was forced to acknowledge my failure in keeping up with my appearance.

My skin was tanner and far drier due to the lack of moisturizer. My hair was beginning to become a static mess even with it thankfully not in a nest of tangles. Not to mention my dry lips, puffy eyes from the shed of tears, dark circles, and the added strain from the exhaustion.

My body felt like thin limbs with loose skin, and I hadn't dared even look into a mirror because I was terrified of the woman I would see in my reflection.

To acknowledge how badly I'd taken care of myself since potentially losing my loved ones.

The fact they were alive and well should have boosted my spirits. I was here with Adonis while the others would most likely return by the morning, and yet it still wasn't enough to push me out of this funk of self-hate I hadn't allowed myself to dwell on.

The actions of my past in the deepest parts of my hidden despair only seemed shameful now that I was forced to look back on it. Maybe it was because I had to act like someone I wasn't for the sake of carrying the weight of loss upon my shoulders.

Or it was the perfect excuse to push me forward while my heart fought against mourning what I couldn't accept. There could be a list of excuses, but it wouldn't be the proper answer to give to the man who stared at me patiently.

There was only one logical answer, and when it came to Adonis, I didn't have to paint the perfect tale to defend my truth.

"Yes," I finally replied, my eyes not leaving his. "I mean, look at me." I used my hands to slowly move down my face to my waist. "This set barely fits me, as in it’s slightly big when you look at it. I've never been this small in my life." Staring down at the palms of my hands, I couldn't help but notice their slight shakiness. "Everything hasn't really hit me yet. That this isn't all a wistful dream. Since the funeral, I've replayed that moment again and again, trying to figure out an escape plan of sorts. Trying to convince myself that there had to be something that prevented what I saw...or what my heart refused to accept."

I lifted my head to look at him. I was on the verge of tears without even realizing it until the very droplets left my eyes