dawned.
Kiera would have stopped. She would have gone for the tea cups or a tea
pot and pretended like it was all a misunderstanding. She would have, if she
would have seen warning or revulsion on Romi’s face. Instead, there was an
invitation there.
As blatant as the one that was on her own.
Chapter 13
Romi
Romi couldn’t have been any more confused if she tried. She felt the
entire world had shifted suddenly and gone crazy. Because Kiera was
approaching. Step by step. Getting closer. Closing the space between them.
She looked different. Her face was shadowed and her eyes were heavy.
Darker. Her lips were parted and her breathing had changed. It was uneven,
bordering on ragged.
I have to be dreaming this. Romi nearly gave her head a shake and
reached to pinch herself. Kiera couldn’t possibly be about to…make a move
on her. Except that shadow on her face really did look like desire. Romi
thought about Kiera kissing her. About her taking control. Pushing her
gently up against the table. Running her hands up her legs to spread them
for her… That image made Romi tremble. She had to put out a hand against
the table to keep from collapsing into a wilted heap of jellied goo.
“I…what are…?” Words completely failed Romi at the time that she
needed them most. So did her breath. She felt like she couldn’t actually get
her chest or contract, and her lungs with it, to save her soul.
“I don’t know,” Kiera whispered. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“What…?”
“I can’t stop it. If you tell me you want it too.”
“Want what?”
“I think we both know.”
Romi inhaled sharply. There her lungs went, finally expanding. “But