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The pain relief, combined with the excitement of having him so close, has made me feel giddy and a bit drunk.
“I’m not cute.”
“Yes, you are.”
He sniffs. “Kittens are cute.”
“So you finally admit you like kittens? See, now that’s just sexy.”
Growling and trying to hide a smile, he shakes his head. “Why do you bestow me with so many compliments?”
“Bestow?” I laugh at his word choice. “See? This is what I’m talking about. I swear, sometimes you act like you’re from a different planet. It’s super adorable. There’s another compliment you can keep.”
I lightly boop his nose, expecting him to be so annoyed that he puts an end to this interaction.
Instead of moving away from me, he leans in and touches his forehead to mine. “What if I am?”
“Adorable?”
“From a different planet.” He pulls back a little. “Or, at least, from a different world.”
“Then I would say that makes sense.” Obviously, Ellister and I have some cultural differences. I don’t know where he was raised or what his family is like. Maybe he grew up poor. Or maybe he comes from rich, emotionally unavailable parents.
He’s a total mystery.
“You just seem…” I mentally search for the right word. “Lost.”
Ellister looks so sad. “I am.”
“You could belong here, you know?” I say softly. “This is a good place for starting over. If your boss decides to buy it, I think it could be really great for you.”
Ellister closes the space between our faces again, sliding his temple against mine, and he whispers gutturally, “I wish I could tell you all my secrets, but then you’d hate me, and I don’t think I could stand it if you did.”
I want to ask him what he means bysecrets, but my intoxication builds, fueled by his closeness.
My lips feel hot, the need to kiss him almost unbearable.
If I were to shift my head just a little, I could do it.
Memories of last night, of the rightness I felt when my lips were melding with his, return to me as if it just happened mere seconds ago.
That kiss rocked me to my core. It showed me what a true physical connection is supposed to be. It made me see what I’ve been missing out on when I dated guys I had mediocre feelings for in the past.
Ever so slowly, Ellister and I move. Our faces rotate toward each other.
His stubble scrapes against the corner of my lips like sandpaper as our heads turn. My nose touches the side of his, and our breath mingles in the inch between our mouths.
Heat blasts me, but not from a fever.
Warm and fuzzy—that’s what Ellister does to me.
He’s a force to be reckoned with, a force I can’t resist.
We keep having these moments, and I’ve been blaming myself, thinking I’m causing this sexual tension.
Now I know for sure it’s not one-sided.
I imagine Ellister has reservations about hooking up with the dying girl, but he’s in this, too, and he can’t deny that.
