Page 84 of Lunar Diamonds
I closed the gap between us, reaching for the white smear. When I made contact, a spark kissed my fingertips.
Shit. I pulled back, snared in his radiant blue gaze, that same spark fizzing through the rest of me.
I could drown in those eyes, those rich, wondrous lakes. Study his face, maybe the rest of him, bask in his moonlight forever.
He stared back at me, the two of us locked in silence. My heartbeat quickened, a pleasant heat rising. I longed to close in further, to cup his face in my hands, to press my lips to his.
His mouth parted slightly, drawing my attention, turning up the heat of my inner fires.
Not good to be so drawn to him.
Not good to be so hard.
But those lips, so moist and glossy, designed to be kissed, devoured, treasured, were unraveling me.
Shit. My cracks were much wider than I thought, this man sliding in.
Before I gave in to lustful notions, especially with the way the blue of his eyes swirled with dreamy abandon, I stepped back. Cooled the fires, suppressed the desire to ask him for a kiss.
Why would he want to kiss me?
He deserves so much better than you.
Riley cleared his throat, getting back to his cookie dough. “Want something to drink? I could go for a tea right now.”
You’re the only drink I need to quench this thirst.“I’ll make it.”
“You—”
I cut him off. “You’ve been working hard. I’ll make it.”
Plus, it stopped me staring at his lovely face.
“Thanks.”
Flicking on the kettle, I dove into a new subject. “Are you into comic books or graphic novels?”
He smiled, making my balls quiver. “I’m a huge fan of a Boys’ Love manga series calledCherry Magic. The Japanese and Thai TV adaptations as well. So heartwarming.”
“I’ll have to give it a go.”
“What about you?” he asked.
The white smear was still on his forehead, forgotten. My fingers still itched to wipe it. “I love comic books. Have a huge collection back at my flat.”
“In Norwich?”
“Yes.”
I became more animated, waxing lyrical over classicDCandMarvel, as well asDragon Ball Z. I shared my dreams of drawing my own comic series one day, if I ever found the time.
“You can do it,” he responded encouragingly.
“Thanks.”
After two cups of tea, and three batches of cookies, and my tongue being ridiculously loose, Riley yawned.
“Is this boring?” I questioned.
