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“I don’t want to tell you to fuck off, and I don’t want to kick you out of the house.”
“Okay… what do you want?”
There was a long stretch of silence before he answered. “I want you to be honest about the results of this little… experiment.”
I didn’t know why that made my gut wiggle the way it did. It was fine. I’d kiss him, feel nothing, then tell him I felt nothing. It would be like kissing a lamp. Kind of warm and solid, with a slight chance of being mildly electrocuted. And not much else.
“Deal,” I said.
“Deal,” he said.
And then we just stood there.
“Can you… um… like lean down a little?” I asked awkwardly. He was too tall for me to reach, and I couldn’t use my hands to pull him down.
The one side of his mouth twitched with reluctant amusement, his shoulders somewhat relaxing. He lowered his head. “Better?”
“Mhmm.” Whatever soap or cologne or aftershave the man used deserved a whole bunch of awards for its longevity. And scent.
“Sanchez.”
“Yup?”
“This is the part where you kiss me.”
“I’m getting there.” I was just trying to get my insides to calm down a little first. The whole point of this was to feel nothing.
His eyes meandered lazily over my face, deliberately lingering on my lips. It didn’t help. “What are you waiting for?” he asked quietly, his warm breath gently caressing my skin.
Goosebumps. Goosebumps everywhere.
“Can you just… be still for a few seconds?” I ground out.
“I’m not moving very much.”
“Your eyes are. And you keep talking.”
“I’m just looking at you. Am I not allowed to look at you?”
“Shut up andshhh.”
“I like looking at you. So much so that I actually hate it. You’re very pretty. It’s beyond outrageous.”
Swoosh.
“Stop. Talking.” My heart was a tiny, frantic bird, trying to burst out of its too-small cage.
“Can you tell me why first?”
“You’re messing with my vitals—er, variables. You’re messing with the variables of my experiment.”
The cocky smirk was back. He seemed a lot more relaxed now, and entirely too amused at my expense. Always at my expense. “I see. Sorry.”
He did not look sorry. He looked like he was the opposite of sorry.
I shut my eyes, pushed an irritated breath out of my nose, and tried to recenter myself. Then I made the mistake of opening them again.
Adrien had moved closer, his gaze boring into my freaking soul. He had so many eyelashes, and they were so rich, dark, and breathtaking. His eyes were absolutely breathtaking. Especially when they’d gone all… tender and cloudy like that. I hated them.
