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I tighten my chest muscles for the punch or shove I know is coming and wait.
Then wait some more.
But it doesn’t happen.
I step back to find Brandon pulling at the hairs at his nape. Otherwise, he’s completely still. Like a robot. Eyes staring at his feet.
Not blinking.
Not moving.
Okay, I’ve seen my fair share of fucked up, but this vacant look in his eyes is fucking disturbing.
What the fuck did I do now…?
Bran shakes his head and backs away, rocking on his feet, and I’m not sure if it’s because he’s drunk on the alcohol or something else. His hand flops to his side as he swallows. “I…better go.”
“Sure thing, Prince Charming. Go back to your favorite hobby of running away. If you do that fast enough, you might reach your second favorite hobby—denial—in record time.”
His eyes shoot to mine. “Seriously, what the hell is your problem?”
“What’syourproblem?” I invade his space again, my chest grazing his, and we both inhale at the same time. “Why the fuck do you act as if me calling you baby is the end of the world?”
“Because you’re not supposed to,” he whispers, his eyes blinking slowly, but he doesn’t stop running them over my face.
“You need to stop looking at me like that if you don’t want me to fucking devour you.”
He shakes his head once, but, surprisingly, no words come out of his antagonizing mouth.
But here’s the thing.
Brandon doesn’t look away and, instead, keeps staring, eyes hooded and lips slightly parted.
Fuck this asshole. He’s the most infuriating man I’ve ever gotten to know, but he’s still the only one who’s started a fire at the pit of my stomach, the flames so wild, they spread to my chest and fan my dick back to life.
I’m so hard, it’s fucking painful at this point, and I have to do something.
I’m back to that hopeless stage of wanting a taste.
A nip.
A lick.
Anything.
I’ll take anything he allows me to have. Even if small, I’ll fucking gobble it all down and store it in that nook inside me that’s disturbingly filled with him.
My hand bunches in his shirt and I growl as I tug and slam him against my chest.
I can feel that loud thump of his heartbeat as his eyes widen, panic glittering in their depths like wildfire, similar to mine.
But there’s something else a lot more potent.
Now that his control has wavered, I sense an avalanche of impulsiveness rushing to the surface.
And I just have to seize it. Trap it. Leave him no fucking way out.
Just once.
