Page 92 of They Are Mine

Back on him.

I swallow, my gaze lingering, stomach tightening at the thought of him finding the rose. Did he know it was from me? Did he pick it up, roll the delicate petals between those rough fingers, and wonder?

Did he think of me?

I dig into the rest of my cupcake to keep from asking.

Instead, I lick a bit of frosting from my thumb and glance up at the sky. “Tell me about you.”

Orion looks at me, mid-chew, brow raised.

I smile. Soft. Sweet. Like I’m not burning up inside. “Who is Orion Grayson?”

A pause. A slow swallow.

Then?

I tilt my head, let my voice dip just a little lower, just enough to tease. “Aside from the breathtaking guard at my school with a taste for red velvet.”

His lips twitch.

Then, oh. Oh.

He blushes.

It’s barely there, just a flicker of warmth across his sharp cheekbones, but it’s real.

And fuck me, I love that.

This big, broad, dangerous man, so serious, so strong, so utterly built and I can make him blush.

I tuck that away. Treasure it. Because soon? Soon, he’ll be on his knees for me.

I swing my feet, keeping my focus on the stars, pretending I don’t want to slide my fingers through the chain of his tags, press my mouth to the hollow of his throat, taste the salt and heat of his skin.

He brought me here.

Here.

Not some shitty parking lot. Not the back alley behind a club.

No, Orion Grayson brought me to the stars.

That means something.

Even if he doesn’t realize it yet.

And God, does he know how hard I’m thinking about fucking him right now?

Because I am.

I really fucking am.

The truck bed is solid beneath me, but there’s no blanket back here. Would he care? Would he even think about it, or would he just take, pin me down, spread me open, press me into the steel until I’m shaking apart?

I breathe in, slow, steady. Keep it together. Play the long game, Juliet.

So I listen as he talks.

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