“Passion?”
Dev nodded—and swallowed.
He might be in trouble.
Her pupils flared.
Her breath had become quick and shallow.
He was noticing the flare of her pupils and the quickness of her breath.
He was definitely in trouble.
Her gaze remained steady on him. “Are you telling me all this as my friend?”
No, Dev didn’t—couldn’t—say.
So, he nodded.
The safer option.
“Here’s the thing.” Her voice had become throaty and slightly breathless, and she’d shifted position on the sofa—closing the distance between them by half, in fact.
Dev remained very, very still.
“Yes?” he uttered. He couldn’t understand why his heart thundered in his chest like a stampede of racehorses.
“I don’t think I want to be your friend.”
It was incredibly dramatic how it felt as if his stomach had dropped entirely out of his body. “You don’t?”
She halved the distance between them again.
Again, he remained stone still.
“I don’t think Icanbe only your friend.”
Before his heart could perform more dramatics in his chest, his ear caught upon a word.
Only.
Thatonlyimplied…more.
“What would you like to be?”
Now who had gone breathless?
“I don’t want to define it.”
There was much she was saying below the surface of those words, and he would give it air… “Would you like to be my something more?”
It was only they two in the wide world now.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Would you like to be my something more?
