It’s more than I thought he would ever admit to me. And I saw it back then, back when he stayed with us to protect us and I saw it four days ago.
There’s a war wagering in those eyes of his.
He has to know that he doesn’t have to fight alone.
“I accept it.” My voice is light, airy. His blue eyes flash with a sense of hope. “I accept it for now.”
The stoic expression on his face remains but those eyes of his tell me everything.
Deciding to tease him because I can’t help myself around him I say, “So is that what I get for you beingbusy?”
His eyes light with amusement. I feel like I win a small victory every time that I’m able to do that.
“Is my deepest apology not enough for you?”
Holy hell. The low timbre of his voice is enough to make any sane woman turn mad with desire.
My eyes twinkle up at him as a playful smile graces my lips. “For now.”
“For now,” he echoes completely amused.
As we gaze into each other’s eyes I feel the rest of the world falling away. The only thing remaining is us and this undeniable charge that happens every time we are near.
His eyes flick down to my lips before admiring the swells of my breasts. My skin flushes, imagining his hands and lips taking place of where his eyes gaze.
I let my eyes roam over his body appreciatively.
When I say I have never met a man like Oak before I absolutely mean it.
He’s more than man, he’s a god. Even the king of the gods, Zeus, would envy his physique.
“Oak!” I hear the voice of Snake call from the distance. It’s enough to break the hold we have on each other. Clearing his throat he backs away from me and shakes his head.
Peering around Oak I find Snake walking towards us lazily. He has his helmet with the Vipers MC logo on the back of it in his hand. His cut he wears proudly. Aviator sunglasses shield his hazel eyes.
Since our time seems to be over I go to grab my duffel bag off the ground but Oak stops me. He bends down and grabs my monstrosity of a bag and slings it over his shoulder.
God, even that looks ridiculously small on him.
“I’ll take your stuff in but then I have to go,” he tells me.
I blink trying to hide the disappointment. I go for sass instead because it helps deflect my true feelings. “Avoiding me again?”
“There’s club business that needs to be taken care of.”
Instantly my mind becomes worried. I try to sound nonchalant as I ask him, “Will you be back in time for dinner?” He shakes his head. “Dessert?”
There’s an unmistakable heat in his eyes that has me wanting to melt before him.
“I never miss dessert.” His voice is low and soft like velvet. That voice does things to me. It calls to my blood and makes me ache in places that need desperate attention.
This side of him, this playful yet flirtatious side of him is rarer than a blue moon.
I only wish that he will show it more often. Because this side of him is a man who doesn’t have a war wagering in his eyes.
And then all too soon, as if he realizes he’s enjoying himself his whole demeanor changes.
Hot and cold.
