Page 32 of What did you do?

Eli and I remained. The large throne room was so quiet now, I could have heard a pin drop. Why was my heart racing? Had I moved closer to him, or did he just move closer to me?

“Cal, are you all right? I’m so sorry. I had no idea she would be like this. I would have hidden you until we could get your smoke stuff under control had I known.”

“You’re a pushover,” I snorted, suddenly feeling loose-lipped. My emotions were like a roller coaster.

His eyes creased with laughter. “I’m a pushover?”

“Yes, and I think maybe a little weak also,” I said quite seriously. I felt like I had so much to tell him.

He chuckled, surprising me, not at all offended that I’d just called him a weak pushover. “And what have I done to deserve the prestigious title of an unappealing pushover?” He smiled, leaning in a little closer.

Why couldn’t I stop looking at his mouth? There was serious shit happening right now. “You’re enticing,” I whispered.What?

“What?” His own volume lowered.

“Unappealingwasn’t in the title I gave you.Weakwas.” I bit my lip hard to stop from biting his. Fuzzy, mind-numbing tingles rippled down between my legs.

He filled his hard chest with air, lifting my hands. When had I touched him? What was I doing?

“You should know better than anyone, looks usually only tell what you want them to.” His breath skated across my closed eyelids.

I needed to be touched. Now. I knew it wasn’t normal, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t even remember why I was standing in this room with the moving mural.

Eli cleared his throat roughly. “Tea, one; Calypso, zero. You need rest. Come on. You’ll remember everything tomorrow, so don’t be weird. Also, don’t worry about Mother.”

I followed Eli out and down another long corridor. I needed to map the castle, but my mind was spinning, and something in my stomach didn’t feel right.

My body had begun humming when Saracen had touched my shoulder. Even then, I had been forced to bite my tongue in an effort not to say the most random, malicious things to her.

His voice faltered a second before he spoke again. “Is itthatrepulsive to think about marrying me?” Eli laughed.

The truth was, there was a time I would have killed to marry him. I think at one point, I basically thought I was.

It seemed like a good idea to tell him that now, so I opened my mouth to speak just as he reached over and squeezed my hand. Immediately all words left my brain, stopped by the way his large hand felt on my vibrating skin.

I wanted to clench my thighs together at the thought of those hands other places, but we continued to walk. The room felt fuzzy, and tracers had started up in my vision if I moved my head too fast. I couldn’t seem to think about anything other than how much I needed to be touched.

“Have you ever thought about what you’d feel like inside of me?” I blurted.

Eli coughed and choked next to me.

“It’s just that—” But Eli had stopped helping me stand, and I stumbled onto the ground, hitting my shoulder with a thud.

“What in the suns?” Eli mumbled, trying to help me up.

“Do you know I can kill you, even from down here?” I laughed.

“Well, isn’t that an alarming thing to giggle about,” he said, fighting a smile.

I couldn’t seem to get my bearings with the heat of his body so close to mine. Instead, I ended up pulling his shirt loose from where it tucked into his pants and running my palms up his warm skin. I raked my fingernails down over the ridges of his stomach.

“Ouch!” he said, giving me a shocked look.

“I’ve always wondered what your abs would feel like. They are so hard. Where else are you hard?” I rasped, running my palm over his crotch.

Fuuuuuck.

I gasped in surprise. “Has bestie always had this package?” I smiled, reaching for more, but his hands grabbed my wrists and pulled them away.

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