“That isn’t your decision to make for me. Do you really think you can just kiss my voice back and walk away without taking credit for it?”
His eyes widen a fraction, and I flick my hair, although the move makes my head spin. “You… How? I made sure-”
“You’re not the only one with abilities, idiot. Did you really think you could pull something on me? I’m far smarter than you, plus we both know I’m incredible.”
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Right…” he drawls mockingly before pointing me up and down. “So, how about you take that incredible package and turn that incredible ass around and make your way to the mansion and get some rest. Incredible things shouldn’t be out here at this hour.”
“That’s the point; I’m incredible enough to be anywhere.” I frown at him. “I know exactly who you are, Theo. I see the you that you hide from the world, and I see the you that is beneath the mask.”
I step closer, teetering slightly. Automatically, he grabshold of me by the elbows, my hand hitting his chest as I brace myself. I hate feeling so helpless! His cigarette is between his fingers as he holds my elbow, his other hand falling to my waist as he looks down at me with those icy eyes that are burning me up. “And you’re the one who sees the real me,” I add.
He searches my eyes, as if trying to find something but failing, his gaze dipping between us before he looks away.
“You know the things I do… If you think you can fix me or change me, it won’t fucking happen because I will do what is needed. My sins will continue to grow, and with them, the burden of them.”
“Then let me share that burden with you,” I continue softly, desperately needing to get through to him. “You might be everything you say you are, and I don’t care, because no matter what you do, you’ll still be mine – my sinner.”
His eyes flash, his emotions dividing him, but then he yanks me lightly, and I hit his chest hard, a soft gasp leaving me.
“Why are you so goddamn stubborn?” he asks roughly, his milky white eyes burning into mine.
“Because I was made for you,” I reply obstinately.
Suddenly, my vision lurches, my eyes prickling.
I’m looking at a man’s broad back as he sits on a bed that looks far too small for him, shirtless, his back littered with scars; he’s laughing, a laugh I would recognise anywhere. Even in the dingy, dimly lit room that casts shadows across his face. I know who it is. Even with that white hair.
Theo… he looks different, but it’s him. Then he turns, smirking at me in a way that makes my core knot. He looks much older.
My breath catches in my throat as my eyes fall to the mark on his neck.
And with it comes an answer that the future will one day confirm.
“Heaven?” I blink as I’m brought back to the present. My heart pounds violently as I look up at him and slowly shake my head.
“I’m fine… but like I was saying, I was made for you…” I repeat, and this time the words mean so much more. That vision… that mark, I can confirm without question it was mine. I smile, feeling hope bloom inside of me.
Maybe that day isn’t right now, but it will be one day, and I will wait.
“That confidence, should I be scared? Jeesh, woman, you look terrifying smiling,” he deflects.
I roll my eyes. This time I’m not going to let him. Reaching up, I cup his face. “Shut up, Theo. Look, I know you’re into me, so don’t try to deny it. I’ll wait, wait for you to be ready, but you’ve already taken my heart, Westwood, and I don’t think I’ll ever get it back,” I say quietly, refusing to let him play this off. Not tonight.
His eyes dip to my lips before he licks his own, looking away as he swallows. “Well, I think it’s a fair deal… since you fucking ruined mine.”
We’re silent, his hand that was on my elbow now drops to my hip, and my core knots as I try to remain calm despite the feelings he is awakening inside me. The urge to press my thighs together is hard to resist as his eyes flicker to my lips, flashing white again. I gasp as his strong arms suddenly wrap around me, pulling me into his chest. My entire body tingles with pleasure.
He’s hugging me… his body firm and hard, and Goddess, I shouldn’t be focusing on him right now, but I can’t help it. He’s…
My core knots when I feel the bulge of his manhood against my lower stomach.
Do not get turned on, Heaven. Do. Not-
“Promise me something… Heaven.”
“Depends,” I answer, frowning slightly at the seriousness of his tone.
He scoffs. “Always a smartass…”
