Now, destiny takes over.
Now, I give in and face the inevitable.
I kiss Cleo Blackthorn back like a man possessed.
A man who’s been starved for a woman for an entire decade without ever stopping to realize it.
Ludicrously good. My mind, broken.
Possibly permanently.
One kiss so outrageously delicious, I’ll never be sane or grounded again.
11
GOOD AS GOLD (CLEO)
Oh no.
Oh no, no, no.
I don’t know if I’m the one who snaps back from my out-of-body experience first or if it’s him.
Either way, we wrench ourselves away like we’ve just grabbed an electric fence, staring and shocked and bewildered.
…what have I done?
His eyes are dark and feral. Scary.
His dark hair is—oh, did I do that too?
I must’ve run my hands through it and messed it up. It’s usually so neat, short and combed, but right now it looks just as wild as the rest of him. Right on the verge of totally destroying me.
Worst of all, I can’t blame him for this when I know who kissed who first.
Holy hell,shoot me.
I raise a trembling hand to my mouth and touch my lips. They’re still tingling from the explosive force of that kiss.
Every part of me hums with desire like I’m running on Holden Verity’s current. My blood, a live wire, charged with confusion and need.
Holden’s gaze follows my fingers to my red, throbbing mouth before he looks away quickly.
My eyes flick down.
There’s a throw pillow over his lap.
Holy shit.
How closewerewe, really?
I’m afraid I already know the answer.
This feels like a drunken nightmare. It can’t be real.
Except there was no alcohol involved, just a natural high.
Nothing but the surreal news that the egg is authentic and even that feels ice-cold compared to the glaring truth.
