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The voice of the Phoenix.
The hand against my mouth suddenly becomes…welcomed.
He presses me up against a recess in the wall where we are just out of view from those who might be coming and going. He releases his hand from my mouth, but his eyes are glued to my lips. “You ran away from me.”
I gasp as he presses his pelvis up against me. “Y-you were needed.”
“More thanyouneeded me?”
I scoff. “I don’t need you.”
“Is that a fact?”
Though we are bathed in shadow, I can still see the glinting of his dark eyes.
My resolve dwindles. I can’t be sure that I don’t need him. That’s why I ran away from him, so that I couldn’t fall off the edge of the cliff into this man. Thisstranger.
“I said,is that a fact,Swan?”
His hands slide down my waist, stopping right at my hips.
I tilt my head back, letting out a tiny moan. “God…”
“You aren’t answering my question.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Desperation builds inside me. I’m an inch away from breaking.
If he doesn’t let me go soon, I’ll let him take me. Right here. Right now. For as long as he wants.
Phoenix slides his hand around the back of my head, piercing my soul with his gaze for a long minute. “Let me see your face.”
“I can’t.”
“Then give me your name.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“You won’t give me what I want?”
God, his lips are so close to mine, their energy so intense that they’re caressing mine even from a distance.
“Aren’t we supposed to be strangers tonight? Nameless, faceless. Anonymous?” It’s a lame excuse, but it’s the only one I got.
His hand slides from the back of my head to my chin, his thumb resting right under my lip. “I want to know who I’m kissing.”
“You don’t always get what you want.” My murmur comes out deeper than I’ve ever heard it.
Phoenix’s thumb drifts back and forth under my lower lip. “I suppose…”
My eyes flutter shut as I prepare for his lips to land against mine.
The build-up is killing me. Melting me. Burning me.
Instead, he releases me, stepping away, and backs out into the hallway.
I stare at him, confused.
He clears his throat, runs his hand down the front of his jacket, trying to look as polished and professional as he was before our bodies began to tangle together. “I’ll respect your wishes.” Phoenix nods. “I won’t pry.”
