At my face. “You—you thought I—”
I make a strangled noise and go for more water.
Her lips wobble. They’re forming a giantO, and they’re wobbling. So are her cheeks.
And her eyes.
Her eyes tell me she’s pieced this all together and she’s simultaneously amused and horrified and sorry for me.
“I—” she starts again before cutting herself off again.
“My bad,” I rasp. “Fantasies got away from me.”
She slowly closes her mouth. Still right there on the floor next to me, her hand still on my knee.
And then a wicked, delicious grin slowly spreads over her face. “Will you tell me about them?” she whispers.
“Yes.Later.”
“Promise?”
“On my life.”
Her gaze darts once more to the area of the train station where Sabrina and Laney disappeared to, where the sound of the sneeze came from.
She pinches her lips together, like that can stop her smile.
Which it can’t.
And that smile?
The way her eyes have lit up?
Completely worth all of the pain. The ache in my dick. The burn in my throat and nose. The knowledge that her friends will likely tell this story for the rest of their lives if they’re watching.
Which they likely are.
Definitely worth it.
She pulls her hand away from my knee, leaving a void in me at the lack of contact.
She’s glowing as she re-takes her seat.
Absolutely glowing.
The way she’s always deserved to glow.
It’s notmemaking her glow like this. It’s this whole life she’s built for herself here. Bash. The friends so tight they’re family. Her home and her chickens and her job.
I want to be the reason she glows brightest.
But I bring more complications than anything else in her life.
Which means I need to step up my game.
And be even better.
And deserve her.
