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His eyes gleamed at my answer. “You mean your brea—-”
Panicking at the thought that someone might hear him, I covered his mouth, not wanting him to talk. But then his tongue started to move against my hand, and I became just as worried about making a sound.
I begged him with my eyes.Please don’t say a word.
He nodded obediently.
Slowly, I released his mouth and he immediately spoke. “Aria?”
Aaaargh.
If it turned out that he lied to me—-
“Say something to me.” It was that voice again. A plea. A temptation. Kellion at his proudest and most vulnerable.
My chest tightened. Did he ever show this side to anyone else?
I...hoped not.
I whispered, “I really...want...to...make you...smile.” Slowly, it was getting easier to talk. Because of him.
Something flickered in his eyes, too fast for me to understand what it was. All I knew was that it was the part of him that was secret and vulnerable, the part that made me want to protect him the way I hadn’t been able to protect Ashton.
He said gravely, “You know what I want?”
I shook my head.
“I really want to make you...come.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. The sound was rusty, and it hurt my throat but the pain was worth it when I saw how my laugh had made Kellion smile.
I told him, “I’m...serious.”
“I’m serious, too.”
“Be very...very...scared,” I warned him even as I did my best not to smile.
I expected him to return the warning, but instead his smile faded. “No, baby. You’re the one who should be scared. Because I have a feeling...” He swallowed. “No matter what I do, I’ll end up making you cry.”
Chapter Ten
Dear Ashton,
I think...I think I’m dating. Yuck, right?
Love, Your Big Sis
“WOW.” PROFESSOR EDISONhad an amazed look on his face when he saw what I was working on.
I scribbled on my board.GOOD WOW? BAD WOW?
“What-happened-to-you-wow,” was the prompt reply. Witty, my art professor was, and according to him, it was all because he was gay.
I looked down on my current work-in-progress. It didn’t seem any different from my past works.
Mmm...maybe because I had used a different style today? Lettering was my passion, and I tended to gravitate towards casual-styled fonts. But this time, I had gone for the old school look, mixing elegant swirls and aristocratic curves as I aimed for Old English calligraphy with a twist.
Professor Edison clucked his tongue above me. “You don’t get it, do you?” He took my drawing pad and flipped to the previous page. “What did you write?”
