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Where was the air? There was no oxygen left.

I wanted to see that tattoo. But more so, I wanted to fall into bed with him. My body flamed at the thought of us tangled together.

Drake took a step closer. “Birdy, Birdy, Birdy.” He traced a finger over my cheek. “What brought this lovely shade to your cheeks? Tell me what you’re thinkin’, babe.”

A small squeak fell from my lips before I thinned them and shook my head.

There was a chance I was about to have a heart attack. The organ wouldn’t stop racing. I was surprised my ribs didn’t break from it.

His gaze turned intense as it ran over my face. He pressed a finger under my chin, and I automatically tipped my head back.

Oh my God, he might think I want a kiss.

I wanted a kiss.

But I didn’t.

What do I do? What do I do?

His gaze paused on his thumb as he touched it to my bottom lip to pull it free from between my teeth. I hadn’t even realised I’d been biting it. He ran his thumb over said wet lip before he stuck it in his mouth and sucked.

Holy cock-sucking shit.

My pussy clenched.

He winked, removing his thumb and taking a step back. “Sweet dreams, Birdy.”

Dumbly, I nodded and watched him walk backwards to his door. He tipped his chin towards my room. He wanted me inside before he left.

“Um… night,” I said softly and quickly before turning and fumbling with the door handle before I got it open and flew into the room.

I was sure I heard his deep chuckle before I closed it again.

What was that? What in the high horse was that? In all his years of flirting, he’d never done that.

I touched a finger to my bottom lip and closed my eyes to replay that scene in my mind. My body tingled all over. I wanted to shove my hand into my panties and come. He made me crave.

Opening my eyes, I laughed to myself. That was crazy. Hot, but utterly crazy. He couldn’t have meant that, right?

Did Drake want to sleep with me? Did he want more than just a night? What did I want?

More than a night.

Definitely. I wanted to date Drake Marcus. My attraction for him wasn’t just for a fling. I wanted a serious relationship with Drake.

And after that scene, maybe there was a chance Drake wanted me too.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

SWAN

Drake acted like normal the next day. Like he didn’t have me soaking my underwear and needing to masturbate. Nothing happened Thursday, either, other than him being his normal flirty self. Plus, he didn’t repeat the lip touching or thumb sucking when he’d walked me to my room.

I had hoped. But he might’ve mistaken my jittery nerves for hesitation. That I didn’t want him to try something. Even when I did. I wanted him to show me his cards and let me know he was interested. If he was.

Worry that I’d misinterpreted the look he’d given me made me act like a nervous raccoon on speed, chattering on and on about the library and how Rommy had talked me into going to the nightclub. I’d said that I wanted to go because I’d never been to one. I also told him that Petra overheard my plans, and I was worried she’d show up without an invite.

Drake reassured me that he’d get rid of her if she did. That was before he tapped my nose gently and waited for me to go into my room.

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