Page 125 of Eternal
He nods, that smirk still in place. “Yes, we are.”
“We barely know each other?”
“Oh yeah? Cause I know your favorite way to eat your food, your habits, your size, the way you fight, the way you smile, the way you laugh, that you have a soft spot for anything blue related.”
He knows that?
“What do you mean blue related?”
“An apartment with blue bookshelves and blue artworks everywhere isn’t a small hint to say it’s your favorite color.”
It is my favorite color.Blue.
“What’s yours?”
He stops eating and watches me so intensely that his hand finds my chin to pull me closer as he analyzes everything on me, maybe the blush creeping up my neck, or the way my brows furrow like I’m gonna jump on him and strangle him because how dare he pretend to know me when I don’t even know myself?
“Mhhh, depends. It might be that red on your cheeks when you’re getting all shy that I’m too close to you, or the soft yellow in your eyes. It’s melting perfectly with the green and blue in them. It might be one of those.”
I smile and tug his shirt closer, so close that our noses are touching. “You need to stop bullshitting me with your lines. I don’t doflirt.”
He smiles back. “Is that so? Cause if I move my face an inch forward, we’d kiss.”
And then I realize how bad of an idea it was to pull him this close to me. I leave his shirt, and he laughs, turning back into his place. I put my feet on the bench and lay back down. My kneesare pulled up toward my chest, and Damir’s hoodie is big enough to cover my whole body when I stretch it over my pulled-up legs.
He looks at me after throwing our bags of food and puts his hand around my waist before pulling me back to him, his arm behind my head, fingers finding a way to touch my neck, forcing their way under the hood.
“You’ve been training in the morning.”
It’s not a question.
I swallow, glancing at him. “You’ve been watching me?”
He doesn’t deny it. Just takes another look down at me. “Always.”
Blue.His eyes are so blue.
“You used to train at night,” he says eventually, his gaze flicking to the sky. “Before your injury.”
I roll my eyes, making my head more comfortable on his arm. “Yeah, well. I didn’t want to mess up my stitches. And I’m still stronger than you even with that, no need to train too much.”
His mouth twitches. “That so?”
“Yeah.”
He looks dangerously hot right now. Reallyhot.
“That’s good,” he says before his hand pulls down my hood and stays on the back of my neck.
It’s calm. It’s comfortable. We breathe slowly, take in the loneliness around us, the height, the dark, the stars. It’s silent. But the comfortable kind of silence. It’s weird how easy it is with him, how natural it feels, despite everything that should make it unbearable.
Why is he doing this? Being careful with me, but cold in his own way? Like he knows exactly how much to give before pulling away again.
I shift slightly. “Why are you trying so hard to make me appreciate you?”
His fingers flex against my neck, but his expression doesn’t change. He shrugs. “I don’t know yet. Figuring it out.”
That should scare me. The way he says it like it’s inevitable. He looks honest too.
