He shrugs, smirking against my chest. “The other half is watching you try not to kiss me.”
I glance down at him—flushed, smug, entirely too pleased with himself—and wonder if I’ll ever stop wanting him like this.
Probably not.
But I can wait a little longer.
“Keep talking like that,” I murmur, fingers curlingaround the back of his neck. “And rule number two is gonna involve gag orders.”
Luke hums, dropping his head again. “Kinky.”
I smile, letting my hand settle at his spine. God help me. I’ve fallen in love with him.
I let my hand trail up the curve of his spine, fingers brushing the back of his neck before settling at his jaw.
Luke stills. I cup his face, thumbs brushing just under his cheekbones. His skin is warm. Soft. I’ll never get tired of touching him. His eyes flick up to mine.
“Silas…” he murmurs. It’s quiet, and there isn’t a hint of his brattiness infused in my name.
I tilt his chin with one finger, angling his face up to mine. And then I say it. The words I probably shouldn’t say to him, but I know he doesn’t know Spanish.
“Eres todo lo que no sabía que necesitaba.”
You are everything I didn’t know I needed.
His brows pull together, just slightly. “That… sounded hot as fuck. But I have no idea what you just said.”
I huff a laugh, leaning in until our foreheads touch.
“You don’t need to,” I say quietly. “Not yet.”
And then I kiss him.
Slow. Reverent. As though I’m learning him all over again—thisversion of him. The one that let down his guard and came back.
He kisses me back, letting me set the pace, as if, maybe, he’s starting to believe he’s wanted. Even when he’s not pretending he doesn’t want more.
TWENTY-ONE
LUKE
I need to learn Spanish.
Because yes, it’s hot as fuck, and I absolutely love the way the words roll off his tongue—but I need to know what he’s saying.
Especially when he says it likethat.As if I’m the answer to everything.
And that thought? Yeah, that’s the one that hits me square in the chest like a goddamn freight train. Because as much as I want this—him—the idea that Ifeelso much already… It’s terrifying.
I could kiss him forever. That’s the truth. I’ve never felt that way before…like kissing could keep me satisfied. And that’s scary as shit.
So I pull back just a little. Just enough to breathe. To keep myself from unraveling entirely.
I smirk, cocking a brow as I brush my thumb over the corner of his mouth. “If I’d known making out with you would be this emotionally intense, I would’ve carb-loaded first.”
His brow lifts, amused but skeptical. Before he can say anything, my stomach chooses betrayal and growls—loud.
Silas’s expression flattens, one brow arching higher. “I thought I told you to eat.”
