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I know my logic is faulty, but I can blame it on the alcohol.
I get closer to Elhyor again and realize that I never removed my hand from his chest after pecking his lips the first time when I feel his hand close above mine as I tip my head up to meet his eyes.
He had bent down in preparation, as if he was waiting for this to happen, and maybe he was, because when his lips meet mine, they are soft but demanding. They move against my lips torturously softly and, helped by his tongue, he parts my lips before he sucks my lower lip between his. But he isn’t done. He continues sliding his lips against mine, prodding my mouth with his tongue and nibbling on my lower lip, as if he wants to devour me, and then it picks up, becoming more demanding as his other hand comes around the back of my neck and forces me to tip my head to give him better access.
I’m a mess. I don’t even want that kiss to end.
Am I fucked up? Most likely.
Do I want to kiss him again? Yes.
Am I completely wet? Also yes.
Do I still need to kill my husband? Because I can see some use to him… Sadly, that answer is still yes. At least I’ll always have the memory of our kisses.
I’m completely doomed.
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When the kiss finally stops, Brice clears his throat.
“The electrician is here. The doctor will be here in a minute, too. I told him I would warn him when the electronic guy would be here so he wouldn’t have to wait.”
We wait for a couple of minutes.
I was slightly buzzed, but I’m all sobered up with the knowledge that people have come to help Léandre. Hopefully.
No. I can’t think like that.
“We’re going to find a solution.”
I only realize those aren’t my words when Elhyor takes my hand and squeezes it a bit.
Since when did he and I become a “we”?
It doesn’t feel wrong, though, and I need all the help I can get.
I squeeze his hand back, and for the first time in forever, I don’t feel so alone anymore.
When he arrives, I recognize the doctor who healed my hand, but I’m surprised by who is next to him.
Didn’t Brice say the electrician was a guy?
Because the small but feisty woman who just arrived is definitely not that. She has brownish skin, with corkscrew red hair that makes her look like she has a halo around her head. Her deep green eyes are currently scrutinizing us, wondering why the fuck she was brought here in the middle of a party, with drunk people all around.
To be fair, not everyone is drunk, though. I’ve seen Elhyor talk with his guys, and I know the team who patrols the grounds has changed twice since we started drinking.
It doesn’t change the fact that this woman’s plush lips are drawn into a severe line at the sight of Notre Dame being turned into a wedding party venue.
Or maybe it’s because it’s Sunday and already late in the afternoon, and she didn’t want to be here.
“Why am I even here?” she asks with what should look like a sneer, but almost looks cute on her, as she crosses her arms over her breast. She’s dressed in some kind of dark red overalls, and they hide nothing of the ample curves that she’s packing under.
“For me.” Léandre raises a hand from where he’s lying on the ground.
I didn’t even see him lay on the ground.
