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Using my fingertip, I nudge his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“Thank you,” he mutters.
When we spill into the center of the maze, I suck in a wobbly breath. It’s even more otherworldly in here, with a fountain spraying crystal-clear water and stone tiles forming a mini terrace in the shaft of sunlight. Two statues frolic in the water, frozen in their poses: a satyr and a nymph. They are wearing the tiniest scraps of carved cloth.
“You know, that satyr’s pretty ripped,” I say.
“Don’t make me jealous of a statue, Felicity. Have mercy.”
There are two wrought iron benches, but Sebastian carries me right to the fountain. He sits me down on the stone wall, then kneels at my feet.
“Your blisters?” A strong hand wraps around my ankle, and lifts my foot like I’m delicate. My boss rubs the arch of my foot, and I choke back a groan. That shouldnotfeel so good.
“They’re fine,” I grit out. “I haven’t walked a single step since you checked them before. You can’t carry me for this whole weekend, you know.”
“Of course I can.” Sebastian lifts a shoulder. His white shirt strains against his muscles. “You’re my girlfriend, remember?”
…Right.
This is make-believe. A weekend of weaving our own private myth.
But even though we’re alone here, with no one else to impress or convince, my boss doesn’t move away. And maybe he’s a method actor too—maybe he wants to stay in our roles.
Fine by me. Disneyland, baby.
Sebastian swaps to my other foot, rubbing his thumb over my sore arch. Shuddering out a sigh, I tip my head back and let my eyes flutter closed.
“Felicity.”
“It’s Fliss,” I tell him for the millionth time.
A long pause.
“Fliss, then.” Clever fingers smooth over my foot, my ankle, my bare calf. They trail all the way up to my knee, whisper-light, and I’m so freaking glad I shaved my legs this morning.
My thighs part an inch. My teeth dig into my bottom lip.
Nerves squirm in my belly, and our stolen sunshine licks over my skin. It’s shockingly nice after the cool, dark maze.
Sebastian places a steady palm on my leg. “Would you still like me to warm you up?”
I nod so fast my teeth clack together. And my eyes are still closed, but I hear his smoky laugh; I sense him shift closer, tiny stones crunching under his knees.
His hand slides an inch higher. The thumb strokes inward, tickling my inner thigh, and I can’t breathe. Can’t breathe.
Squeezing the stone lip of the fountain, I wait, silently begging for more. He won’t stop now, will he? That would be so cruel.
Silence. Stillness.
I blink my eyes open and find Sebastian watching me.
His mouth curves up. “There you are,” he says. And the way his eyes glitter… the hungry look on his face…
It’s nothing like my stern boss from real life. That man barely looked at me twice in four years; he’d never have broken the strict rules and regulations of the office and beyond.
Butthisman looks ready to devour me whole. His chest heaves beneath his white shirt, and his pulse thuds visibly beneath his jaw. The hand on my leg sears my skin.
This is still fake, right? Still a game. It has to be. Because if I get my hopes up, then it all goes back to normal…
