Page 150 of The Midnight Order
She licks her lips, and I follow the path of her tongue with my gaze. All over again, my body pleads with me for any scrap of attention it can get.
Silver has this magnetic pull about her that makes it hard to remember that she might not be the key.
We should maintain our heads and keep our distance, but instead, I’m confident each of us has already begun to fall.
“I’ve seen some of the things down there,” she says.
“And? Do the things you’ve seen scare you?”
Flashes of holding her against the cross in the dungeon, my fingers sliding through her wetness, dance in my brain like raindrops off asphalt.
“No. If anything, they intrigue me. I don’t think I knew anything about myself before coming here. Well, we know I don’tknowmyself. But… you know what I mean.”
“One never knows their likes and dislikes unless they try new things.”
She smirks, setting her coffee on a small table between our chairs as she turns in hers, facing me. “What’ll happen if we find out who I am, and I’m not who you all think I am?”
“What do you mean?” My brow knits in confusion at her question.
“What if I’m an enemy or something? I don’t know how this world works.”
My laugh seems to bother her. “Silver, you could never be our enemy.”
I reach for her, and she stands, easily sliding into my lap and allowing me to hold her. For a moment, we just bask in one another’s presence, both staring over the vast grounds of the manor.
Trees encircle the grounds, and a dilapidated fountain in the middle of the backyard, covered in ivy vines, adds to the mysterious feel of the manor.
“I don’t understand how I questioned nothing before. I was perfectly fine moving through my life like a robot, never looking too deeply into missing memories or time.”
“It most likely has to do with whatever glamour was done on you. It’s not your fault.”
“You’d think the mind would be stronger than magic,” she whispers.
“Mmm, I happen to believe the magics in the world will never be understood; therefore, they are the most powerful thing we’ll ever come up against.”
“Magics? Plural?” Her inquisitive eyes swing to mine. Her hand toys with the little hairs on my neck, driving me mad. I can’t think straight, but I want nothing more than for her to keep going, to drive that touch lower and lower.
“There’s more than just the magic we possess. There’s the magic of love. The magic of life.”
She snorts. “You never struck me as such a romantic before, but when you’re on your own…”
I poke her side, relishing in the warmth that bleeds through her shirt into my fingers. “What did you peg me as?”
She bites her lower lip. “Oh, you know.” Her smirk pulls her full lips away from her teeth.
“No. I don’t. Do tell.”
“You have to know that you embody the bad boy stereotype. Your tattoos, your body, the sharp way you look at everyone.”
I can’t think past how attractive she’s made me sound. Therefore, she must be attracted to me. Even though I can smell that evidence when I’m in her presence, hearing it is something else entirely.
It’s like I’ve won something.
I curl my hand over her ear and shove some of her fallen hair back. “You have no idea, Sweet Silver.”
She shivers, and the way it affects her has my arousal swelling all over again, and I can’t afford to spend the day in the dungeon.
“Why don’t I show you some more of the grounds?” I ask in a veiled attempt to get to know her more and to get her off my lap before I try something more indecent.
