Page 104 of Bedlam


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Except my stomach drops for another reason when I see the message.

KADE

He’s on.

“Shit,” I mutter.

I slump and press my hand to my forehead.

I was beginning to hope he’d been run over by a bus somewhere.

“What’s wrong?” Bonnie asks.

I shake my head and stand, then hold out a hand to her. “Time to go back to work.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

BONNIE

As we walk downthe steps to the apartment, the only thought running through my mind is the fantasy of Gemma pushing me against the wall and kissing me before we go back in. I’m thinking about it so hard that I almost miss the bottom step before the landing, and I have to grab onto the railing to keep from falling flat on my face.

“You good, rockstar?” she asks.

I purse my lips at her over my shoulder, finding her smirking widely.

Great.

“Now, you’re just going to fuck with me, aren’t you?” I ask.

She snickers and reaches for the door handle before I can get to it. She looks through the small glass window, obviously checking to make sure nothing dangerous is in the elevator foyer before finally opening the door for me.

“Definitely fucking with you about this,” she tells me. “Let me go get a mask and watch you sleep—Wait, what kind of mask does she wear, by the way?”

“Ha ha,” I say sarcastically. “It’s just all black.”

“So original,” she taunts. “I’ll never be able to pick her out in a crowd.”

“Shut up.”

Gemma presses her hand on the lip of the door and peeks her head inside. Noise hits my ears that I’d forgotten about. Things had been so quiet on that roof.

Just when I think she’s going to open the door wider, I watch as she closes it back.

My brows narrow, heart skipping a beat. “I thought we were—”

“We are,” she says, her voice sticking. “I just…” Gemma turns into me, and as her eyes pour over my face, I’m taken aback by the emotion resting within them.

“I need a few more seconds before we go back into that.”

I can do a few more minutes with you.

I glance at her lips. “We could go back upstairs,” I say, leaning in. “Pretend we never heard the text.”

“A bad idea,” she says.

“I’m full of those.”

She huffs, mirth rising in her eyes. My heart is fleeing as much as it had outside. I should make the first move. I should kiss her right here, to hell with my own fears and hers.