If things were different, I’d kiss her. If I knew how she actually felt. If I knew she really wanted me the way I want her. The memory of the night we did kiss flashes through my mind. One minute she was trying to kick my ass and the next she was kissing me.
She’s as confusing as her endless powers.
“And I want you to smile more often.”
My smile falls just slightly at the sound of her demand before a lopsided smirk pulls into place. Her gaze lingers on my lips for a moment longer with a heated look that I feel deep within me.
Her attention shifts to Mouse.
“I want you to start announcing yourself when you walk into rooms.”
His dark brows rise as he stares at her.
“That’s it?”
“And keep doing that thing with your tongue when you kiss me.”
Now he’s smiling like an idiot as well.
Fuck what is wrong with us?
Last but not least she looks to Rory.
“And you.” He glares right back at her as she speaks. “I want you to pretend to not be quite as big of an asshole. I’m not asking for much. A moderate asshole is all I’m asking for.”
He doesn’t nod. He doesn’t agree.
But he does smile a small but taunting smile.
Here we are. We’re alive. We made it out alive.
Even if we did fail. Even if I know tonight’s fight was the start of something that’s just beginning.
And now this woman’s making demands of us.
It’s almost as if she thinks she’ll be around for a while.
The End.
