(Chapter 17)(playing with knives)
(BG's p.o.v)
I laid in the bed with her. She looked at me, she only had a tiny baby bump, and I mean tiny. You could barley notice. I kissed her belly gently. She smiled. Girl or boy I didn't care as long as the baby wasn't sickly . She ran her fingertips over the back of my neck . That's the only thing that shot chills down my spine. It tickled. " Never woulda thought a man as broad and tough as you are; would be ticklish . " she says. Her fingertips going behind my ears. " quit, woman". I say. She pulled me up to face her. And she kissed me long and slow. She had been wearing a silk ribbon outfit. I took my sharp , Rambo knife as Liz called it . I cut the ribbon. And pulled at it with my teeth. She laughed when she felt my teeth nip her skin.
" Didn't your momma ever tell you not to play with knives ". She says .
"nope ". I say with a grin.
She ran her fingernails gently down my scared back. The mirror shards had been removed but the little scars resided.
