Iboy Film Novels & Stories

For whatever reason, that made my heart race a little. “Do you admire her?” I asked Ken jokingly. Ken avoided the question and tried to change the topic. “Did Baba boy beat up Jade? I did not want him to beat the boy. The boy is young.” Ken said. “No, I pleaded with him not to.” I told Ken. Ken suddenly lifted up some hay bales to arrange them properly in the store and I could not fail to see how veiny his hands were. That ignited some desire for him and I wished we were alone.

My throat worked, but I said nothing. He raised an eyebrow. “You going to take it, or do you prefer the dramatic swelling look?” Despite myself, my lips twitched—just a little. The smallest curve. But it faded fast when the pain reminded me why I was here. I reached out, gingerly pressing the ice to my cheek. The relief was instant, sharp, biting, but I welcomed it. “Thanks,” I muttered. The boy pulled out the chair opposite me and sat like he’d been invited. His movements were fluid, deliberate, like every step he took was calculated. He leaned back, crossing his arms. “Kai’s an idiot.”