Page 30 of Prince of Sin


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"Let me tell you the facts as far as I see them," he says.

He crouches down next to me and I can feel my face blush all the way to my toes.

He places a single finger on one of my calves. "I see shapely calves," before sliding his hand up my leg. "And toned thighs."

He stands up a little taller now. His finger slides up, just barely touching me.

"A trim waist."

A little more and his hand stops just next to my breasts. "A shapely figure," he says.

His finger starts to touch the exposed skin on my neck and I begin to tremble under his touch.

"A beautiful jawline," he says before moving his finger to my face.

"Pouty lips."

More movement and more trembling.

"The cutest button nose, and-"

He stops and looks into my eyes, standing tall and facing me now.

"Beautiful eyes I willingly get lost in."

He holds my gaze and I stare into his crystal blue eyes. I don't quite understand what's happening between us. It doesn't make sense to me that a boy like Teddy would have any real interest in me, especially after what he had to spend the entire day doing.

And yet, still, he is here.

Standing in front of me.

Looking into my eyes.

Acting like he wants to kiss me.

"All of that," he says, his voice just a whisper. "Looks very nice to me."

His breath smells like spearmint gum and I lean in just a little closer to inhale. He's so close to me now. Our breaths mingle and all either of us needs to do is just move that last inch.

Except, he doesn't do that. Instead, he pulls back and clears his throat.

"The pizza is probably getting cold."

"Oh," I reply. I instantly clam up, feeling somehow rejected, even though I'm not sure that there was even anything being offered. "Right."

I follow him back into the living room and he takes a heavy seat on the couch and flips on the television. "Did you find anything to watch?" he asks me.

I shake my head and sit on the very edge of the sofa next to him. He reaches forward and grabs a slice of pizza. I'm fixated on the way he moves and the way his muscles flex beneath his shirt. I close my eyes and think back to when he lifted me down the hill on his back. It may have been the first time in my entire life that I felt safe.

I can't help but crave that feeling again.

"Here," he says, picking up a slice. "Open."

"What?" I reply, leaning back a little from him.

He's holding the slice up and there's a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "You're not eating, so I'm gonna feed it to you."

"I'll eat," I say, trying to take the slice from him.

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