I need to focus; this is not about me, this is about saving Nik from Jasper and helping defeat that monster. His past, no matter how sad, doesn’t give him a pass on what he is doing now.
I slowly slip from under his hold, grabbing my phone, and make my way to the bathroom to text Vix, hoping she’s up.
Me: Hey, you up?
She immediately answers.
Vix: yeah are we gonna talk about what happened last night? I’ve been worried about you.
Me: Yeah, coffee in 30?
Vix: Sounds good. I’ll see you then.
I brush my teeth and hair and throw on some deodorant.After tossing my hair in a ponytail, I slowly open the door to see if Zayne is still here.
My heart flutters a little when I see him still in his clothes from last night. God, he’s so beautiful. His features are softened, so innocent, not the same as the man who’d ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it.
I shake my head again. I really need to stop. Yes, it was the most erotic and the most pleasurable experience of my life, but no biggie, right? It’s not like I want to do it over and over again.
I tiptoe my way to the dresser, grab some clothes, and go back into the bathroom to change. Then, putting my phone in my back pocket, I slip past my bed and head to the foyer. After slipping on my shoes, I grab my sunglasses, keys and phone and walk out the door.
As I enter the coffee shop, I look around and find Vix looking very hungover with her dark sunglasses. Her hair is in two ponytails, and she’s wearing black pajama pants and a tank top, complete with furry slippers while sipping on her coffee.
I chuckle at the no fucks given. My Vix and her wardrobe. I step forward in line, tapping my toe impatiently. I have so much to tell her. Finally, after giving my order, I make my way over toVix and drop my phone and keys off on the table. She pulls her sunglasses down a little while studying me.
“Before you start in on me, let me grab my coffee,” I say.
She slides her sunglasses back up. “Who am I to judge anyone?”
She grins, sipping her coffee again. I roll my eyes at her as the barista hands me my drink.
I grab my coffee and take a sip, stalling for a moment before I go and sit with Vix, and I can feel her gaze boring a hole in me behind those sunglasses. I slide into the seat across from her, not making eye contact. She starts to tap her fingernail against the table in an “I’m waiting” motion. I sigh loudly, picking at the sticker on my cup.
“Well. the plan sort a worked, I guess.” I look at her intently as she realizes what I’m talking about.
“Sort a?” She frowns. She takes off her sunglasses, wincing at the brightness of the coffee shop.
“Yeah, so I went to dance after we knew he was watching on the camera, and next thing I knew, he was behind me.”
Vix’s eyebrow shoots up. “And?”
“I don’t know what happened, maybe it was the music, maybe it was our connection, but we shifted,” I say quietly.
“To Aetheriem?” she counters.
“Yeah, and then…” I pause, remembering the feel of his lips on mine.
“Then?” she hisses back impatiently.
“He kissed me.” I shift in my chair as the thoughts of his hands roaming my body come to the forefront.
“Sounds like a success to me.” Her grin is devious as she takes another sip of her coffee.
“I can’t even begin to describe how it felt. God, it was…” the memory is so clear—his breaths, his need for me, his demand…
“Earth to Myssa?” She snaps her fingers in my face.
“It was…” she asks, folding her arms against her chest. “Everything I ever thought a real connection should feel like: that chemistry, the spark—whatever you want to call it — doesn’t put it into perspective.”
