It’s strong, heady, and has kind of been fucking with my head since earlier, because I have to stop myself from getting closer and sniffing him.
Or biting him.
I wouldtotallybite him if given the chance. Find out if he tastes as mouthwatering as he smells.
Not that I should bewonderingwhat he tastes like.
Seriously, what the fuck, brain? Get your shit together.
“You think they were all killed?” he asks, and I’m looking at his lips because why wouldn’t I?
Why would you?that little voice of reason asks.
Shut up. It’ll be nightfall soon, and I need to soak this in.
Vaughn’s frowning at me, and I realize I’ve been having that conversation with my alter ego while staring at his lips.
Surely, he thinks it’s because I’m sick and not that I’m shamelessly ogling his lips.
“Who? The guards?” I pretend to be the dumbfounded airhead and the resident dumbass in the Dimitriev Bratva.
“Yeah.”
“Probably. Otherwise, they would have come for us.”
He stares at the cave entrance, then at the ground, where there are a few wrappers from the protein bars we ate. Because, yes, Vaughn brought those, a flashlight, and all the tools he used for Operation Frankensteining Yulian.
He starts pacing again. “Who do you think is behind this?”
“Who cares?”
“I do. And so should you, considering you were targeted.”
“If I cared about everyone who targets me, I’d be in a mental institute by now.”
He stops and frowns, this time tilting his head as if I’m this badass puzzle he wants to solve.
I like that.
Fucking hell.
Ilovethat.
“You think it could be one of the people who tried to kill you before?”
“Could be.” I lift a shoulder. “Let’s talk about something fun, because I don’t want to think about depressing things if I’m gonna die.”
“You’re not?—”
“Have you lost your virginity yet?” I cut him off, grinning, and yeah, maybe that’s not the best conversation starter, but I really need to distract myself from this thing.
You know, the big-deal shit that’s happening in my brain.
My question definitely catches Vaughn off guard, because he freezes, and I’m almost positive he blushed, but the dim light doesn’t offer a definitive answer. “Uh, why do I need to tell you that?”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“No.”
