Page 54 of Molt

This one.

Now.

Her hands slide into my hair.

I press my forehead against hers. “Fuck.”

“What?” she pants.

“I missed you.”

My own words destroy me.

Lenora stills and I close my eyes.

Too much. I said too much.

“August.”

“Don’t.”

“You missed me?”

“No.”

A tiny laugh. “Liar.”

“Apparently not an excellent one.”

“Not with me.”

There it is again.

I open my eyes.

She’s looking at me differently. Softly. Dangerously. Her fingertips trace my jaw making me shiver.

I should stop her. But I dig my fingertips into her scalp and down into her hair pulling at the seams.

“Did I touch you like this?”

“Sometimes.”

“Here?” Her thumb brushes my lower lip.

My breathing stops. “Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“Lenora.”

“I’m curious.”

“You’re dangerous when you’re curious.”

“Apparently I’m dangerous all the time.”

She isn’t wrong.