“You really shouldn’t curse, Reed.”
His wolf eyes flash again. “Cursing is the least of my crimes, remember?”
I swallow when he flicks his eyes over my face, my whole body actually. Looking me from top to bottom, getting my heartbeats up.
When he comes back to my face, the intense look in his eyes makes me clench my thighs together and ask, “Are we really doing this?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I bite my lip. “It’s going to be difficult.”
“I’m not afraid of difficult.”
I remember what Con said about our dad and the words slip out before I can stop them. “It’s a lot of responsibility.”
“I know.”
“You might not…”
“I might not what?”
I swallow again, crossing my dangling ankles, curling my toes. “You might not be able to have… fun and stuff. Like you used to.”
His eyes narrow. “Yeah, I don’t have fun anymore, remember? Not since I met this blonde ballerina and made her dance for me.”
You haunt me, Fae…
His raspy voice from that night floats across my brain and I suck in my belly. And the fact that he tried but he hasn’t been with anyone in the past two years.
Don’t think about that, Callie.
“My brothers –”
“I’m going to handle your fucking brothers.”
And then I blurt something else out and surprise him once again. “Where’s your bathroom?”
The sudden change of subject throws him. “Is it –”
I slide off the island and come down to my feet. “No, I’m fine.”
“Then what…”
I approach him and crane my neck up. “Because I need to know.”
He’s confused again and I realize that I haven’t ever seen him so out of his depth before. “Uh, down the hallway. Third door on the left.”
Smiling up at him, I grab his wrist, shocking him further. Shocking myself too.
I tug on his arm and maybe it’s the shock of things but he goes easily.
He comes with me where I take him as I walk down the hallway to the third door on the left. When I open it, Reed hits the switch and floods the most beautiful bathroom that I’ve ever seen with light. It’s all glass and white marble, polished and wintry, and yet when I step inside with bare feet, the floor is warm and cozy.
Sort of like him, isn’t it?
My gorgeous villain.
I let go of his hand and open the bathroom cabinet and thank God, what I want is right there.
