Page 31 of Hopeless Kingdom
“Good. Me either,” he says with half smile.
Then he rolls over, snuggling back into the soft blankets as if he didn’t just change the way I look at him.
***
A week passes like that; Dax and I curled up on the big bed. We keep ourselves entertained while we’re locked away as the most luxurious prisoners I’ve ever seen.
He shoves another cookie into his mouth, practically swallowing it down in a single bite. The way his jaw moves as he eats is captivating my attention.
“Never have I ever …” His bored tone drowns out as he thinks hard.
This has to be our hundredth round of never have I ever. We’re slowly running out of shocking confessions for the game.
“Never have I ever done anal with a nix during a blood moon.”
I tilt my head at him slowly, his jaw tips up as he stares at the ceiling. For a few seconds, I just try to process what he said, my mouth opening without words.
He seems oblivious to my disturbed look.
“That’s … oddly specific.”
What the hell is a nix?
His bare shoulders shrug against the white sheets, his arm brushing mine.
“I’m just telling the truth, Kara. Don’t be ashamed if you have. There’s no judgement in this game. I wouldn’t judge you.” He smirks, his lips curving up in a smile that has my heart stuttering.
We haven’t kissed again. We’ve fallen back into a sense of normalcy. Just two comfortable friends who spend an obscene amount of time together with minimal clothes on.
Totally normal.
“Yeah, I haven’t done that stuff either,” I say with confusion.
“Your tone doesn’t sound too believable.”
My eyes narrow on him even more.
Asshole.
I shove at his shoulder and he shoves back. His warm palm lingers against my skin long enough for my stumbling heart to notice. I push his bicep once more but he catches my wrist and I wiggle against his strong body. The two of us fuss like that for a few seconds until he grips both of my wrists, pinning my arms above my head in an instant.
My breath catches. A reckless feeling trembles through me as his strong body covers mine.
Our breaths mix between us as we stare with heated gazes at one another.
The sound of the door creaking open relaxes his hold on my hands but neither of us move.
“He wants to see you, Kara,” Darrio’s voice calls out to me and I shift until I’m sitting up. Dax lies back in his lazy spot once more.
“What does he want?” I whisper.
Darrio shifts on his feet but only shrugs.
“He said he wanted a meeting with his Eminence.”
Perfect.
Chapter Eleven
