He wrinkles his forehead. “Grange.”
“No. Grange laced with seraphis.”
His jaw falls open. “Fuck off.”
“Nope.” I sigh. “Jasper told us.”
“Well, that explains it,” Gray says, sighing, too.
I can’t help but glance at his groin. It definitely looks thicker than usual. When I lift my gaze, our eyes lock. His linger a bit too long before drifting slowly toward my chest.
“My eyes are up here,” I say.
He smirks. Then, to my shock, he takes another swig.
I burst out laughing. “You’re still drinking it?”
“I’m already in this deep.”
He holds out his drink to me.
My heart stops. And I don’t know what I’m thinking, because I take another sip, too.
The music comes back on. Not live instruments this time, but an outdoor speaker that plays a slow, sultry melody that pulses through my veins. Gray gives me another sidelong look. Heat rises in my cheeks, and I try to ignore the fluttering in my chest.
When I hand him the cup back, my fingers brush against his, and electricity travels between our flesh.
It’s the root,I tell myself.You’re turned on because of an aphrodisiac.
“I bet you wish Karra were here right now.” I keep my gaze straight ahead, but I feel him watching me.
“No,” he says roughly. “I don’t.”
I try not to read too much into that, but how can I not?
“Poppy told me Karra steps out on you a lot.”
Shit. I don’t know where that came from.
It doesn’t seem to faze him. He glances over again, and this time I turn my head toward him.
“She has in the past, yes.”
“And you don’t care?”
“No. Not really.”
“Shouldn’t you care if the person you’re with sleeps with somebody else?”
“Probably,” he says. His long fingers trace the rim of the cup. I like his hands. They’re strong. Steady. I picture them piloting an aircraft, maneuvering the controls with confidence. There’s something very, very sexy about that image.
Silence stretches between us. It feels endless. The night feels endless. This entire moment feels endless. My body is buzzing, arousal surging through me, and I have to clench my thighs together. There’s no way he can know I’m doing that, yet his gaze lowers to my thighs before raking back up my body, lingering on my breasts.
“Wren,” he says.
“Mmm?”
My heart flips when he suddenly leans toward me. Closer and closer, until his face is a mere breath away. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, the deliberate motion sending a shiver down my spine. I don’t know if it’s the seraphis or his touch, but my pulse is dangerously fast.
