Page 72 of Never Mine to Hold


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The more time we spend together, the harder it becomes to keep my distance. Both physically and emotionally. It’s all too easy to remember everything that drew me to him in the first place, like a moth to a flickering flame. I couldn’t stay away even if I tried.

The longer his green eyes bore into mine, the more the world shrinks around us until he’s all I’m cognizant of. It’s as heady as it is dangerous.

It’s almost a relief when he breaks eye contact and gives someone a chin lift in greeting. I force my gaze away and find the figure skater I’d been watching earlier. Up this close, she’s even more beautiful than I’d imagined.

Petite.

Blonde and blue-eyed like a porcelain doll.

Jealousy bubbles up within me before I quickly stomp it out.

Do they know each other?

Intimately?

That thought pisses me off.

Because they probably do.

I’m sure she’s just one of the many girls on campus that he’s slept with.

My gaze slices to his, only to find him watching me with an intensity that nearly steals my breath away.

“Do you know her?” It takes effort to keep my voice level. The last thing I want is for him to think that I’m jealous.

A spark of humor ignites in his eyes. Somehow, he knows exactly what thoughts are running rampant through my brain. The longer he stares, the more heat gathers in my cheeks until it feels like they’ve been set ablaze.

I press my lips together so I don’t dig myself any deeper into a hole. One that I won’t be able to climb out of.

His gaze never deviates from mine as he leans closer and drops his voice so that only I can hear. “There’s nothing for you to be jealous of.”

The words, so like the ones from our past, echo in my ears.

With that comment, my humiliation is complete.

I clear my throat. “I’m not.”

His attention stays focused on me as he nods toward the girl who has disappeared from the ice, leaving us alone.

“That’s the new coach’s daughter.”

“Oh.” Now I feel like an idiot.

A jealous idiot when that’s the last thing I should be. It shouldn’t matter who Wolf dates or sleeps with.

We’re no longer friends.

We’re…nothing.

Damn it. I knew spending time alone with him was a disastrous idea.

I’m so focused on my thoughts that I don’t realize that Wolf has maneuvered us to the team benches until his hands encircle my waist, hoisting me onto the half wall before setting me down so that we’re eye level. My heart picks up tempo as our gazes cling.

It’s slowly that he swallows up the space between us until his warm breath feathers across my lips. I can’t help but inhale a big breath of him, taking him deep into my lungs.

“Fallyn,” he groans, sounding as if he’s in distress.

As if his insides are twisted up into painful little knots.

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