Page 59 of The Stone Secret
“I know. I’m sorry I got so mad.”
“You went all red in the face,” Orix said.
“Yeah, well, you have chest hairs, and they’re abrasive.”
Orix looked down at his chest, covered in lastonflex now that he wasn’t in goyle form.
Serath frowned. “You felt his chest hairs?”
“It’s hard not to while being smothered by his epic pecs.”
Orix shot Serath a wary look. “Not helping, Cameron.”
Serath pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. “No…no, I’m fine. This is normal. This is what happens during training. I can handle this.” He sounded like he was desperately trying to convince himself of the fact.
“What about you?” Orix asked me. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Selas thinks that the rage was a result of whatever changes are happening to me.”
“Your late puberty?” Orix said with a smirk. “The late bloom into full goyle femalehood?”
“Orix…” Serath’s tone held warning.
Orix strode over to the window and parked his butt on the sill. “Willowman will figure it out.”
I hoped so because being hormonal once a month was one thing, but this unpredictable swing of emotions and bodily sensations could be dangerous, especially around Serath. I needed to be in control of my faculties and emotional highs and lows.
Serath stepped closer and lightly touched my cheek. “I’ll be fine. We will figure this out.”
The anxiety bled out of my pores. “Why do I always believe it when you say it?”
“Because he’s so convincing,” Orix drawled. “Now stop touching each other and step away from the temptation.”
Fuck, when had my hands come up to press against his chest, and when had he threaded his fingers through my hair?
We parted hastily and put distance between us.
“Better,” Orix said. “Now how about you run some laps while we wait for Selas to get back.” He smiled faux-sweet in my direction. “Can’t have you cooling down too much.”
Laps sounded like a good way to expel the sudden excess of energy in my body and put distance between me and the object of my desire.
Yep, Orix knew what he was doing, and I was grateful for that.
CHAPTER24
CURI
If I focus, I can still smell Cameron on my T-shirt. Heck who am I kidding? We haven’t spent enough time up close and personal for that. One stint at the gym and her scent is all but gone.
And why the fuck do I care?
Stone Comfort looms with the promise of my favorite beverage. Enough to lighten the mood and dispel any thoughts of a petite halfblood nuisance. Play fake boyfriend…Like I don’t have better things to do than hold her hand and nuzzle her ear and—
“Mason!”
Ah, fuck, Cam’s ex is on my tail. I consider ignoring him and making a dash for the doors to the coffee shop, but fuck that. I don’t run from anything or anyone.
I stop and wait for him to catch up to me.
