I love seeing him so worked up when facing me.
It’s quickly turning into a dangerous addiction.
“You think I’m joking? I’ll shove your bike keys so far up your ass, you’ll need a surgeon and holy water to retrieve them.”
“Now you want to finger my ass?” I grin. “I’m not open to that since I strictly top. But I’m flattered you’re thinking of me so deeply.”
“Like hell I am, you—” He cuts himself off, facing me fully, and I get distracted by something.
In the middle of his sternum, there’s a tattooed fracture that catches the light, delicate yet realistic, like broken glass.
That’s disturbing.
I findnothingdisturbing.
And yet the view of an odd tattoo right in the middle of Preston’s chest elicits a strange reaction out of me.
Why does he have it there?
“I mean it.” He crosses his beautifully sculpted biceps over his chest. The contrast of his fully tattooed arm over his undecorated one is a sight to behold.
“A word gets out about tonight, I’ll strangle you with your shoelaces.”
“You’re adorably homicidal today.”
“I’ll be adorably vicious.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“Stop annoying me when I’m so close to committing murder, Marcus.”
“Mmm.” I step toward him slowly so as not to scare him off. “That’s the first time you’ve said my name. I like it.”
His lips part as if he didn’t realize he was, in fact, using my first name instead of Osborn this and Osborn that.
He clears his throat. “You also said my first name earlier.”
“Yeah, I prefer it. Let’s use them from now on.”
He purses his lips, and the dimples appear in his cheeks, like an ethereal being.
How can a man be so…irresistibly beautiful? He should be dissected and studied. Preferably by me.
“As for keeping your secrets…” I stop across from him, letting the duffle bag and stick fall on the bench, the thud loud in the silence. “I can do that.”
He narrows his eyes. “What’s the catch?”
“Why do you think there’s a catch?”
“There’s always one with you.”
“You’re getting used to me quite fast. I knew I liked you.” I smile genuinely, and he frowns. “You do need to give me something in return.”
“I already gave you some bruises and that wound.” He juts his chin in my temple’s direction, grinning. “Was that not enough?”
“It’s because you beat me up and I still helped you that you need to make it up to me.”
“You didnothelp me. And you got beaten up because you threatened me, asshole. I donotget threatened.”
