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“You’re worth it.”
His words are quiet and measured, yet shivers fall down my spine like a long, seductive touch. He slides onto the desk and sits beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist. With a deep kiss, he maneuvers me so that I’m lying flat on the old wooden desk.
“My main concern,” Danny breathes, his mouth barely moving, as though to voice his concerns will give them power, “is if Rory will murder me for eventhinkingabout touching you.”
“I mean…” I lick my lips. “Since he’s offered you to be in my bed on multiple occasions, I really doubt it.”
“I suppose,” Danny murmurs slowly, with a soft kiss to the nape of my neck, “his punishment would be worth it, too.”
Fire roars inside my belly. Heat licks every inch of me at Danny’s almost teasing words, and I stare up at the ceiling in private awe. They’ve come so far, Danny and Rory, to at least acknowledge the cruel attraction between them.
“God, I want you,” he whispers down to me, stroking my face with gentle fingertips.
“I want you, too.”
“No,” Danny says with a soft shake of his head. “You don’t understand. To want someone — to want agirlthis much.” He swallows. “You’ve broken everything about me that I thought I knew for sure. You came in here and ripped up the entire code of me. I was the boy who liked… well, notgirls. And yet you’ve managed to turn my head around. You’ve destroyed me. You’ve built me anew and replaced the Danny of old. And the want I have for you is so much bigger and more powerful than anyone else’s could ever be, because their fundamental reality has never shifted this much while being in love.”
I stare at him. Danny… never speaks like this. Maybe it’s the fact that the lights are out and the hour’s late, but I can still see him speak clearly in the moonlight, the passion that forms on his lips. I see the fire in his eyes, the want on his face. It’s dangerous, all-consuming, and directed at me.
“Love,” I murmur, my fingertips tracing those kind lips. “That’s a big word.”
“It’s a true one.”
Slowly, I nod. His love for me is plain to see. It radiates from him, a spiral of love and lust entwined around me the same way a scarlet ribbon had been entwined around me in his painting.
“I don’t know how it works,” I whisper. “If we’re all together — what even are we? Couples? Throuples?”
Danny shakes his head. He propels himself forward from his elbows, gently unfastening my tie and the buttons of my school shirt. “Couples, throuples…harem…” He laughs slightly. “Crazy unhealthy obsessions in many different directions… I don’t know and I don’t care. Do we even need labels? Because if there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that labels don’t matter. Peoplechange. We are what we are and fuck the rest of it.”
Passion burns behind Danny’s words. He finishes unbuttoning my shirt and instantly kisses his way up my stomach. His mouth feels like tenderness and all things good. “Can I?” he whispers, the tip of his nose nudging at the band of my white cotton bra.
I nod. He guides me into a seated position, the thick paint along his fingers rough against my smooth skin and oddly sexy. He removes my Lochkelvin tie in an easy gesture, the whispering hiss of it almost sinful in the dark, and then slides his palms firmly down my shoulders, so that my open shirt falls, pooling onto the desk and exposing my body.
“I think I quite like this,” I murmur, watching Danny undo the cuffs of my school shirt. My heart is pounding as he slides my arms free from the fabric. “Sneaking around. Finding little nooks where we can get off.”
“I don’t,” Danny replies in a grim tone. “I want to be back in that hotel. I want to hear you scream.”
His words are so surprising that my mouth falls open.
“You shouldn’t have to conceal any part of yourself,” Danny says pragmatically. “If I made you scream in pleasure like that, then I know I’d want to hear every damn decibel. Also,” he adds in a quiet voice, “it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. You just letting go completely.” He lowers his voice even further. “I think about it every night.”
“So do I. I wish we were back there, with the freedom to cut loose and go wild.”
A wry smile slides across Danny’s face. “I mean, we’re both sitting half-naked in MacGregor’s art class, and not exactly as life models.” His fingers skim the clasp of my bra. “I’d say that’s pretty wild — as wild as I get, anyway.”
He unhooks my bra slowly, peeling the straps from my shoulders. It’s like he’s cherishing the moment. We’ve never gone as far as this together, without the other chiefs nearby. This is strange and intimate, being undressed by my best friend, but no one else makes me feel as safe and cozy as Danny does. No one else makes me feel as fuzzy and loved.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, a beacon of politeness in an otherwise indecent situation. I nod. He removes my bra with gentle fingers, delicately peeling the straps away from my arms until I’m sitting in art class, like Danny, naked from the waist up.
I should feel cold. It’s nighttime in a drafty castle… and yet the world has shrunk into a hot, clandestine little bubble of skin against skin. The smoke-gray paint on Danny’s hands and arms looks like tiger stripes in the dark, fierce and intense and warrior-like. His gaze is equally profound, as he stares at my naked body in sheer, heated lust.
He takes his hand and pushes me back down onto the wooden desk. His fingers burn against my breastbone, and all I want to do is trap his hand there, keep him steady against me, touching me always.
Instead, I watch as he turns around, admiring the moonlight that cascades down his muscled back, the light making him glow in the heavy darkness of the classroom. “What are you doing?” I whisper. It feels wrong to raise my voice any louder — not just because of the secrecy of this meeting and the deep silence of the castle, but the moon hanging low in the sky feels like a ray of magic shining down on us, enchanting the art room tonight.
I hear rattling from beside the easel. Danny crawls back to me on the sturdy wooden desk, a clutch of paintbrushes in his fist. He reaches over to the counter adjacent to us and picks up a bottle of dark purple paint.
“Getting some supplies,” he answers innocently. I give him a skeptical look, which he ignores, smiling down at me like an angel.
