"Even when you’re driving me crazy?"
"Especially when I’m driving you crazy,” he promises, sounding playful, but the look in his eyes is full of fire.
"What am I going to do with you?" I whisper, finding myself leaning in instead of pulling away.
"Guess that’s up to you."
His gaze stays locked on mine while the temptation grows between us. I know exactly what I’d love to do with him. But can I really go through with it?
~
Wynn
The door clicks shut behind us as we settle into the guest bedroom. The room looks smaller than the bedroom at the cabin though the simple furnishings are clean and modern. I hover uncertainly by the doorway, trying to gather my courage or talk myself out of the ideas in my head. I haven’t quite decided.
Marlow wastes no time making himself at home, bounding over to the bed and throwing himself onto it with the glee of an overgrown child. He folds his arms behind his head and sinks into the pillows, raising his eyebrows when he sees me stuck in place.
“Why are you acting so nervous, Blackwood? Sharing a bed is nothing new for us.”
He’s right. This doesn’t have to be any different. Except Iggy chose to crash in the living room tonight. Pretty sure he needs a break from us. And the room is soundproof, fortunately—otherwise I’d hear Bane 'appreciating' Josh right now.
"I’m thinking of doing something we haven’t done before," I admit.
Marlow’s eyes light up. "You’ve got my attention."
Yeah. Still haven’t quite figured out whether that’s a good or bad thing.
Marlow extends a hand. “Care to join me?”
“That’s a bad idea, isn’t it?” I say, but I step closer anyway.
“Well, I’m involved, so probably. I like bad ideas.”
“Marlow.”
He lets his hand drop to the bedspread, watching me uncertainly. “What do you want me to say, Wynn?”
“Tell me the truth.”
“The truth? I’d like you to join me on this bed, preferably by getting in my lap.” He sits up with a sigh. “But that might not be the smartest decision.”
“No kidding.”
Marlow swings his legs off the side of the mattress and faces me. “It’s better to keep your distance. If we get caught before I can prove my innocence, I’m telling the authorities I forced you into helping me and that's all there is to it.”
A nice gesture, but completely ridiculous. "You were trapped and I'm a werewolf."
“I escaped one cell already, so I freed myself from another and then took you as a hostage or something. I don't know the details yet, but I'll come up with a good story. And as long as you stick to that story, the law won’t come after you.”
Has he thought about this before? Seems like it. I’ve been protecting him and helping him survive while on the run. He’s figured out how to protect me when all this is over.
It could work. But taking him to my cousin’s place to hide out undercuts the hostage claim. Sleeping together will ruin it too.
He’s giving me an out. Do I want one?
“And if I don’t keep my distance?” I ask.
“Hell if I know. Whatever’s going on with us… it’s new for me.” He hesitates. “Nobody had much use for me back in the underworld. I learned you can't count on anyone else. I had to use my own wits, tricks, and charm to survive. Then I found my powers and talked my way into a one-way trip here. Everything changed. I depended on my supernatural abilities entirely too much.” His mouth twists and he huffs out a bitter laugh. “Now that I'm on the run, I wonder how I could ever have forgotten what the underworld taught me.”
