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No. It must be the atmosphere.
He’s enjoying himself.
I shouldn’t be having this kind of reaction to Reid, anyway. He’s family. Perhaps it’s because I’m yearning for an embrace, and maybe this is all I’ll get from him.
A shaky gasp leaves me as I discern the intensity in his gaze. His Adam’s apple bobs at a hard swallow, and my pulse spikes when he tightens his hold.
The fast-paced dance beat accompanying the beautiful vocals provides a soundtrack for the strange event between us.
Excited screams jolt my senses back, and I finally pry myself from Reid.
He continues staring at me for several seconds too long before turning his focus to the stage.
It’s good that the music and crowd are loud. Otherwise, Reid would have probably heard the erratic hammering of my heart. It perplexes me, but no more than the warmth and throbs between my thighs.
What the actual fuck?
We’re cousins. I replay that in my head while trying to revel in the music. But now and then, I look at Reid, wondering if he had similar thoughts or if it’s only me.
It takes a while to get out of there following the show. When we finally leave the area, Reid steers in a different direction that would make the ride home longer.
I don’t mind. I like being in his company.
That moment at the concert keeps coming back in doses, causing me to shift in my seat.
“You all right?” Reid checks.
I blink the thoughts away and look at him, making out his face from the headlights of passing cars. “Uh, yeah. That was a great show, huh.”
“It was. Did you recognize any of the songs?”
“Nope.” I snort. “Her music is catchy, though. I’m going to check out her discography.”
“We should go to another show,” he suggests.
“Sounds good to me.”
We continue talking for the rest of the drive, cracking jokes and laughing together.
His laugh soothes my body in an indescribable way. A strange sensation occurs every time I hear it.
Our conversations wind down when we reach the estate, and we speak in hushed voices while entering the kitchen from the garage.
Pausing at the stairs, I tell Reid, “I had fun.”
“Me, too.”
“Well, goodnight.”
He catches me by surprise when he lifts his hand to my cheek, triggering a pulse below as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
Though I like it, backing away seems like the sensible thing. “Um, Reid?”
His eyes stretch open, glistening from the chandelier above. “Sorry.” He turns and marches down the passage.
At a loss, I quickly climb the stairs to my room.
I’m not sure what just happened with Reid. It’s as unsettling as that moment between us at the concert, and it’s scary how excited both times made me feel.
