“Win?”
The earth stops spinning. Just kidding, it’s spinning way too fucking fast. Gravity is suspended. I’m encapsulated in warm honey. Smooth and soothing and aged with a deep rasp.
I’m.
So.
Fucked.
My mouth’s gone dry. I bite my lip on a groan and inhale through my nose. Time to face the music.
Looking straight into skeptical hazel eyes, I beg my erratic heart not to go into cardiac arrest.
“Hey, Remy.”
5
Remy
Someone definitely slipped me acid.
Not only is Win Rhodes standing in the middle of this overcrowded townhouse, but he’s looking right at me, saying my name.
My brain is still recalibrating from the sight of him. The skinny emo kid I met sophomore year in Chem lab has been replaced by a deviant fantasy. Although he's still on the thinner side, his well-worn black band tee barely hides the lean muscle of his torso. Toned forearms sport veins that shift with every flex of his long fingers around a bottle of water— fingers now decorated with tattoos that climb up the backs of his hands and wrists, slithering across the fair skin of his arms.
The changes don’t end with his excess ink.
The mop of black hair always hanging in his eyes has been tamed into an effortlessly edgy style; longer on the top and mussed like he’s been running his hands through it.
Does it still feel like silk?
Andrea shoots me a scolding glare as if hearing my thoughts.
I try to scoop my jaw off the floor but it’s difficult. The bastard is more beautiful now than I could fathom.
A surge of anger rises with my pulse.
This fucker doesn’t get to waltz back in town and flaunt his irritatingly gorgeous ass in front of me.
Fuck.
Him.
Grey eyes rimmed in coal and thick black lashes lift to meet mine.
Those haven’t changed.
It only angers me more.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Not the first words I imagined saying to him after six years, but here we are.
He blinks once. Twice.
“Honestly… I have no idea.”
I wasn’t expecting that. Then again, I wasn’t expecting him in my fucking breathing space smelling like a custom blend of erotic cologne and natural musk, biting his full bottom lip with those perfect white teeth, and hypnotizing me with his smoky gaze.
