Page 47 of Crazy Thing

Eyes downcast, she utters a curse word and scribbles a note onto her yellow pad.

But the moment she looks up at our surroundings, her face brightens with awe. “Oh my gosh…” she whispers.

The terrace is even more beautiful than it was the evening Nolan showed it to me. Now there are comfy-looking sofas arranged under the canopy and lush trailing plants hang from woven baskets. With the flick of a wall-mounted electric switch, a thousand fairy lights blink to life, illuminating Ziggy’s wonderstruck face.

The atmosphere is almost…romantic.

“Wow…this place is…incredible.” She spins in a slow circle, taking in the cozy lounge area before turning to the moonlit mountains in the distance before turning back to me.

I try to remain stoic, like none of this affects me. But I can’t help the little smile that comes across my lips. Just knowing I can make her light up like this, does something profound to me.

My hands itch to grab her waist and pull her into my arms. I have to squeeze my fingers into tight, solid fists in order to keep them from leaving my sides and doing something I’ll regret.But would I really regret it?

Right now, I’m having trouble remembering why I’ve been holding back. Was it for her sake? Was it for mine?

My phone starts to ring in my hand. I glance at the screen.Cecily.I decline the call and respond by text.

Me: Not interested. Involved with someone.

Shit. That was kind of harsh.

Me: Best of luck to you.

Then I block her phone number andthat’s that.

I’m all about Ziggy. No-one but Ziggy right now.

The pretty fairy girl approaches the guardrail and her gaze turns upward. “Wow…” she mutters to herself again as she stares up at the constellations scattered across the sky.

Yeah. Wow.

She’s so beautiful. Even from this angle. With her pink waves cascading over her shoulders and her floor-length skirt fluttering around her long legs and the heavenly light washing down over her pale skin. She looks like an angel standing with her back to me.

Phone in hand, I discreetly snap a shot of Ziggy with my camera. I want to relive this moment later on when I’m all alone.

As if on instinct, her head abruptly pivots in my direction.

Stealthily concealing my phone in my back pocket, I step up beside her, quickly starting a conversation. “What’s that star up there?” I dare to ask, knowing that she probably has the answer.

She knows a lot about a lot. The woman is a wellspring of information. She’s always educating me.

“That one?” She’s grinning softly now, pointing up at the dark heavens. “Oh, that’s Venus, actually. And the one right over there? That’s Mars. Those two planets are in conjunction for the next little while.”

I respond with a clueless hum. The grin on Ziggy’s face only grows wider as she gazes at the sky and tries to explain what she means. Conjunctions and oppositions and all kind of astrology speak. I’m only growing more confused the more she explains.

Probably because I keep staring at her lips.

They’re really pretty lips. And they feel really prettywhen they’re pressed up against mine. I wonder how they’d feel sucking on my cock.Stop it, perv nuts.

When she’s rambled on for a while, her head swings in my direction. “Sorry. Got a little carried away there. I could talk about this astrology stuff for hours.”

“And I could listen to you for hours,” I say. She’s so brilliant. And so passionate. And so mystical I can’t look away.

Her eyes lock with mine and the seconds tick by. We just stare at each other.

She shivers and her arms wrap across her torso. Without hesitating, I shrug out of my flannel, draping it around her shoulders.

“Thank you.” She slips her arms through the sleeves before wrapping them around her middle again.

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