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And with him on my side, it gives me a slightly better hand than I was playing.
If only I could get him to tell me whatever secret it is that they’re hiding from her, then maybe I would finally have the leverage I need to convince her she’s better off with me.
“If you forgot about going out with Cora, I am going to unalive you.” June stares right at me.
I can’t help but chuckle. “You’re going to do what, love?”
She makes a fake gun with her hand and bends her thumb, insinuating a shooting motion.
“You do realize that’s not how guns work, right?” I reach for her, pulling her toward me and gripping her hand. I fold her fingers back into the faux gun position. “These two, that’s where the trigger would be, not here.” I wiggle her thumb.
June rolls her eyes and sighs. “It doesn’t have to be anatomically correct, Simon. You knew it was a gun, I knew it was a gun.” She puts the fake thing to my chest and pulls the wrong trigger. “And there, you’re dead.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time you tried to shove something into my heart,” I tell her. The scar lingering just below the surface of my black button-down shirt.
"And it probably won't be the last." She winks at me, and I swear to Christ it's like my whole world is set on fire with just that simple blink of an eye.
I fucking hate this effect she has on me when there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.
Oh, what I would give to graze my fingers up under the base of her head and pull her all the way to me. I'd savor the closeness of her skin, the scent of her like it was the only thing that could keep me alive. I'd melt my lips onto hers and pray that I could restrain myself from not taking her right here and now. In another world, maybe, but not this one. At least, not today.
So instead, I say a silent prayer that my cock stops pulsing in my black pants and takes a fucking nap.
June stares up at me, that fiery gaze melting a hole through my fucking soul. “What are you thinking about?”
I inhale and consider telling her all the terrible things I’d love to do to her, but instead, I exhale and say, “You’ll find out eventually.” Because that’s all I can really do. Hope that there’s a chance in hell this will happen.
And even if it doesn’t, I still have this. I still have us. Just not exactly how I’d prefer. But it’s better than nothing.
“Simon Beckett, such a tease.” She shoves my shoulder and walks to the door. “Come on, we’re going to be late.”
* * *
“Bye, Alec," June calls out to the driver who she keeps insisting on being on a first-name basis with.
“Stay behind me,” I tell her as I help her out of the blacked-out SUV. I nod a farewell toAlecand scan the vicinity as he drives away.
“Simon…” June tries to go around me but I don’t allow it.
I stand firmly in place and peer down at her. “My rules or we go home now. Do you hear me?” Fuck I hate being stern with her, but does she still not realize her safety is my primary concern? After almost losing her, there’s no way I’d let that happen again, especially after my feelings have evolved into what they are today. Back then it was a mild obsession, now I’m fully fucking consumed by her. I eat, sleep, and breathe June and would go full onRomeo and Julietif something happened to her.
I knew she was special, but it wasn’t until I spent six solid months at her side that I started to unravel pieces of her that she doesn’t share with anyone else. She doesn’t even share them with me, not on purpose. But that’s the benefit of spending so much time with someone, eventually your walls come down whether you realize it or not. You start to see the version of them that’s unfiltered and raw. You get a sneak peek at who they are without the lens of the public eye. Hell, I’d go so far as to say I know more about her than her own boyfriends do.
Her shoe size, her to-go order at every fucking restaurant in town, the side of the bed she prefers to sleep on. I might not know what she prefers in bed, but I’m a quick study and willing to do anything to please her. And that’s why when Magnus mentioned the three of us, I didn’t hesitate to immediately jump on board. Do I prefer to keep her to myself? Yes, absolutely. But what fucking idiot wouldn’t. I’d be a fool to think that I would be enough for her though, and I would never try to trap her in a box that she didn’t want to be in.
The shackles they try to keep on her are proof that she isn’t satisfied with their current situation.
“I hear you,” she huffs and adjusts her shirt to expose more of her chest.
I tug the sides of her leather jacket to cover her.
June narrows her gaze. “Seriously?”
“It’s a distraction, love,” I tell her, because it’s the fucking truth.
“Aren’t you worried about snipers or something?”
“What?”
