Page 86 of Hexed
Slowly, our breathing synchronizes, my fingers brushing against the edge of his sharp jaw and his still digging into the meat of my thigh.
I inhale; he exhales.
Neither of us looks away.
His body loosens, and before I can disengage from the moment, the energy changes, his eyes dropping to my lips.
I can tell he wants to kiss me. And Iwanthim to, which is crazy because I’ve never kissed anyone.
It’s too close. Too personal.
And I’m afraid I’ll be bad at it.
“Better?” I choke out, clearing my throat when the word cracks.
The wheel jolts, and my body slides closer from the motion, practically falling into his. I try to move back, but his other hand shoots out and grips my waist, and he leans in, his nose brushing against mine.
My mouth pops open, and I can feel his breath on my tongue. My heart slams against my chest like a hammer.
“Are you gonna say something?” he murmurs quietly, his eyes flicking back and forth like he’s trying to memorize the planes of my face.
I lick my lips, but I can’t make any words appear.
His hand moves from my waist and settles right at the nape of my neck.
My eyes flutter closed at the feel.
I force them open because thiscan’thappen.
No matter how much it feels like we’re in our own little world up here, the reality is down below, and as soon as this ride is over, we’ll be back on solid ground.
Back in the world where he’s engaged to my cousin, and I’m nothing more than a distraction.
Even worse than that, really. I’m a lie. Not that he knows the truth.
“Say something.” He demands it this time.
“Why?” I force out, my body so hot that I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.
“Because if you don’t, I’ll kiss the fuck out of you.”
His words smash into me like a wrecking ball.
“I could stop you,” I whisper, my stomach fluttering like it’s spawned a thousand wings from how close our mouths are.
“You won’t,” he rasps.
I close my eyes and force images of Aria into my head, ofherkissing Enzo, of her walking down the aisle and him smiling at her, looking at her the same way I swear sometimes he looks at me.
Of her finding out about this and running to Uncle T.
Of the fallout that would inevitably happen after.
Panic swims through my veins, warring with theneedpercolating in my chest like a poison.
I’ll lose everything, and who knows what would happen to Enzo if he went against a marriage sanctioned by his father?
He could lose everything too.
