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I wanted him to do it again.
We’d spent the day together, doing nothing and everything that felt significant.
And terrifying.
He’d spent hours teaching me how to do different moves and throws with knives. We’d spent even longer relaxing on his bed . . . just talking and kissing.
Everything I’d never wanted. Everything I wasn’t sure I wanted still.
And everything I craved more of as soon as each kiss ended.
Significant and terrifying . . .
“Almost,” I mumbled.
“Why do you wear that shit?”
I lifted a brow, a low throaty laugh tumbling from my mouth. “Why do you go to The Jack every night?” When there wasn’t a response, I said, “Because you can. Because it makes you feel invincible.”
I straightened and twisted the top of my mascara onto the tube before letting it fall into my bag. I fluffed my hair then played with the shirt of his I’d taken since I didn’t want to wear mine out a second night in a row. I tied it in a knot on my hip to tighten and shorten it, and put my jeans and heels on.
“You don’t need that to be invincible,” Kieran said when I was looking at myself in the mirror.
My eyes darted to his in the reflection, my heart picking up.
Maybe not. But I need it to remain invisible to those who think they can see me.
“You don’t need your list,” I said, my voice sounding too breathy. When another minute went by without a response, I turned to face him. “I’m ready.”
He pushed from the doorframe and took two long steps toward me, his hands moving to curl around my face. The touch so gentle yet firm as he dipped his head to press his mouth to mine.
The kiss was slow and made my heart ache. Made me want for so much more than either of us had to offer.
And then he started shaking.
Three.
Tw—
He pushed away from me, his chest pitching as he took a few steps back that seemed too calculated for how calm he looked.
I waited where he’d left me until his chest was moving evenly, then hurried to his side. “My timing’s off,” I muttered when he wrapped his arm around my neck.
He glanced at me, his brows pinched together in unspoken question.
“Just figuring you out.”
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t ask. Only met my stare every few seconds as we left his room and walked out of the mansion.
Like we could do exactly that without being seen.
And somehow, we weren’t.
Like we could just be two normal people leaving a normal house.
For a moment, with his arm around me . . . it was easy to forget life and pretend that we were.
But moments fade.
