It was my turn to cross my arms. “You’re right. Instead, let’s go back to you harassing my sister and nearly telling her about Spor.”
“Oh come on, Finn. We both know that pretty little sister of yours knows as much about Spor as you did. And I wasn’t harassing her. She loved every minute of it. I guarantee she’s in there still cracking up right now.”
I couldn’t argue with him on either point.
“So, come on. We also both know you’re glad to see me!”
“Glad to see you? I never expected to see you again, and why on earth are you here? How did you find me?”
He repositioned himself, the sun catching the translucent blue of his wings. I’d forgotten and was captivated by the sight. Like a preening peacock, he flared them. The larger upside-down teardrop portion jutted above either side of his shoulders, and the smaller portion, on either side of his elbows, nearly reached his knees. They looked like a cross between the veins in plant leaves and finely etched crystal. He fluttered them, sending prisms dancing across the grass and the tree behind him. “You like?”
I didn’t answer. I did like, which was irritating. How could I not? They were beautiful. I didn’t want to find him attractive. I wanted to be angry, indignant. It also didn’t help noticing how handsome his face really was. Not in the model-perfect way of Brett, but in a more everyday-handsome-man kind of way. Everyday if you ignored the wings, pointed ears, and too-large golden eyes.
He took a step forward, the cheesy teasing absent from his voice. “Oh, you do like.” He sounded nearly as surprised as I was. “I’m glad about that. I like what I’m looking at too.”
I shook my head. “Knock it off. Why are you here, and how did you find me? I’ve already asked once. If you don’t answer this time, I’m turning around and heading back in.” Which was exactly what I should do whether he answered or not.
His flirting tease returned. “Forceful. I can’t say I hate that either.” He put his hand out as if to stop me when I began to turn away. “I Googled you. Your family’s business came up.”
“You Googled me?” I hadn’t expected that commonplace of an answer. “How did you know my name?”
He looked at me like that should be obvious. “I asked around at the Square. Wasn’t too hard. Hot young Hispanic warlock who’d ingested some blood from some guy killed by a werewolf. Even in the Square, that doesn’t happen every day.”
Made sense, but I couldn’t say the thought made me feel very good. Being a topic of gossip at the Square probably wasn’t a desirable position to be in.
“Okay, that’s how. Now why?”
“Are you really asking me why I’m here?”
“Obviously.”
“Well,obviously, I’m here to see you.”
“And again, I ask why?”
“Are you really this naïve, or are you getting off on playing dumb?”
I didn’t answer, merely stared him in the eye, forcing myself to not be distracted by his wings or my curiosity about his body. I’d already seen him naked, but everything about that event was a blur. I wouldn’t have been able to pick his body out from a dozen other naked forms.
The yellow irises shrank under his narrowed lids as he inspected me. After a few moments, he seemed satisfied. “Okay then, we will go with that. I’ll play along. I think you’re serious. I’m here to see you again. As in, well, you know, see you again. I liked our time together before. I’d like to do it again.”
“So, you want to get me high and take advantage of me a second time?”
He had the courtesy to wince. “Remember, I wasn’t the one who got you high, and I didn’t know I was taking advantage. However, if you want to do it while on Spor again, that’s fine by me. It’s fun, but not a requirement.”
“I don’t want Spor again.” God, please let that be a true statement.
It’s not, and you know it.
“Like I said, not a requirement. I don’t need the Spor. I just would like to be with you.”
“Why?”
He gave an exasperated sigh. “Either you’re playing games with me or you’ve got some major damage going on, boy. Apparently you do need the exhaustive list. Let me see…” He began to pull down each finger exaggeratedly one by one. “You’re hot. I had a great time with you. We had a connection. I like your lips, your cock”—he grinned at me devilishly—“your blush.”
“So you did all that work to find me to what? Hook up?”
His words burst out in a laugh. “What are you wanting? A marriage proposal?”
