Page 128 of Eternal
But something in me gives way, and the smile comes naturally this time, his words sinking in more than I want to admit.
He smirks, clearly pleased with himself. “There you go.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You’re really not gonna stop, are you?”
He shrugs, his smile wicked. “Nah. Too fun watching you squirm.”
We sit there, awkwardly comfortable, smiling like we’re in on some private joke no one else gets. It's nice. Too nice. I don't even check the corners for danger.
I’m relaxed. Relaxed.
Me, Azra.Relaxed.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Maybe it’s the ice cream from last time, or maybe it’s because he’s always got an eye on everything around us, making the paranoia back off a little, or maybe it’s because it's been so long since I let a guy get close enough to almost care.
I roll my eyes, like I’m not feeling this stupid warmth creeping up my neck.
“God, I’m a mess,” I mutter under my breath.
Then I catch myself. Wait, what did I just say?
Damir is still watching me like I’m the most interesting thing in the world.
I try not to let my smile slip, but it does.Damn it.
“What?”
He grins. “Nothing.”
Right.Nothing.Shit. Maybe this isn’t a terrible thing.
Who am I kidding? It’s a disaster in the making.
But hell, if it's a disaster, at least it’s fun.
His gaze shifts, lower this time, lingering from my eyes to my lips.
“Do you always look at me like that?”
“What do you mean, like what?”
He leans a little closer, the space between us shrinking. “You know how pretty your eyes are, right?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “I wouldneveruse them to flirt with you.”
He raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Really? So, what are you doing right now, poisoning me with them?”
I shrug, playing innocent. “I’m staring. Not my fault you’re weak against a pair of eyes.”
“Not a random pair of eyes.Yours.”He leans in, voice dropping to a low whisper, still smiling. “If I stop flirting with you tonight, promise you’re gonna grab onto me again, yeah? Like earlier, hands all tight around my waist, nails digging in like you’re trying to leave a mark?”
My heart stutters for a moment, “Sorry, you discovered a kink of mine. Scratching has always been...fun.”
Damir chuckles darkly, his eyes narrowing with amusement. “How fun... it’s also one of mine.”
I can’t help but laugh, the sound soft but sharp. “Not surprised.”
