You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty By Akwaeke Emezi EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Status: Available for Free Download
- Authors: Akwaeke Emezi
- Publish Date: 24 Mayo 2022
- Language: English
- Genre: African American Romance
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Size: 2 MB
- Pages: 284 Pages
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Milan was the first person Feyi had fucked since the accident.
They hooked up in a bathroom at a Memorial Day house party in
Bushwick, with Feyi’s glass of prosecco spilling into the sink and
Milan’s large hands sliding behind her thighs as he lifted her onto the
bathroom counter. Speckled tiles stretched around them, washed bloody
in the light of the red bulb someone had screwed into the ceiling, and a
linen shower curtain hung around the bathtub, thick with monstera
leaves. Feyi threw her head back, his mouth at her throat, and her long
pink braids dripped over the faucet, the tips dragging against the draining
bubbles of her drink.
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“Tell me if you need to slow down,” Milan said, his voice all tangled
up, busy with want. “I know we just met or whatever.”
He said it as if it could matter, or as if it was a reason to stop instead
of a reason to go even faster. Feyi had first seen him back on the rooftop,
when the party was in full force around them. She’d liked the way his
eyes followed her as she walked, how tall he was, how broad. Her best
friend, Joy, had leaned in, linking her arm with Feyi’s.
“Whew, check out those thighs!” she’d whispered. “He thick as fuck.
I’ma need him to turn around so I can see that ass.”
Feyi had rolled her eyes. “So glad you don’t have a dick,” she said.
“You’d be a fucking menace.”
“I’d be particularly interested in his ass if I had a dick,” Joy replied.
“I take that back. You’re already a menace.” Feyi snuck another look
at the thighs in question. “Besides, you can just use a strap, you know.”
“Nah, it’s not the same. I wanna feel him squeeze around me.” Joy
had flexed her fingers into a fist to illustrate the grip, and Feyi stifled a
laugh, her braids sweeping across her collarbone. Milan glanced in their
direction, catching Feyi’s eye and smiling at her from across the roof.
Feyi had already decided who she wanted to be that night, so she
stared right back at him, unabashed, drinking in his terra-cotta skin and
dark copper beard. When he nodded to his boys and started walking
toward her, Joy squealed and vanished, leaving the two of them alone.
Feyi wanted to cut through any potential small talk—just slice it away
neatly—so she touched the buttons of Milan’s shirt as soon as he was
close enough.
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