Page 62 of The Capo


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Her pupils flooded her irises. “You’d do that for me?”

“I have a sister too. I know that I wouldn’t want her in party central looking as good as you do without a gun in her purse.”

That had her sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling on it.

Miedda.

“You don’t have to.”

“I do.” Unable to stop myself, I tapped her on the nose.

We stared at one another.

Long.

Deep.

Fuck—she was a magnet. Every time I looked at her, I couldn’t tear myself away. I wanted to goddamn drown in those pretty eyes of hers. Death would be welcome in that instance.

“Would you like to order your meal?”

Both of us jolted as if we’d been scalded.

This insanity was mutual.

Thank fuck.

The pair of us shifted our attention to the cabin crew offering us an in-flight meal.

I crossed my legs, resting my ankle on the opposite knee in an effort to hide my erection. Admittedly, it had happened before in her presence, but now wasn’t appropriate.

I gave my meal request to the attendant and noticed that Kitty hid behind her hair once the FA departed.

Frustrated by the wall being built between us, I allowed it to grow to give her some space, and I was glad I had because she broke the silence first.

“Can I see your knuckles?”

Turning to her, I noticed her cheeks were back to being pink and that her eyes looked more sleepy than ever, so I smiled. “Considering you asked nicely…” I tilted my hands so she could read the letters inked there.

“I’d never take you for a flowers guy.”

“Why not? Nothing feminine about flowers unless you doubt your masculinity.” At her hoot, my smile morphed into a grin. “Have more on my chest.”

She licked her lips. “You do?”

“And paisleybutas.”

“The tear-drop shapes?”

“Yup.”

“Why?” Her nose wrinkled. “I mean, also,why not? But…” She sighed. “You get what I’m saying, right?”

“In certain cultures, they represent ‘life.’ ‘Eternity.’”

She surprised me by brushing her fingers over the back of my hand. Holy fuck, that felt so good. So goddamn good. Innocent. But so sweet. Like a hug. God. I shouldn’t need a hug from her, but I did and?—

“Would you want to live for eternity?”