Page 16 of Secrets and S'mores
“Speaking of,” Hazel continues, “We’d really like to have you over for dinner. Just you and us, if that sounds good.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow night. I’ll make enchiladas.”
“Okay.” I’ve never had enchiladas either and I’m not even sure what they are. But considering how delectable dinner was tonight, I’m optimistic they will be delicious too.
“Want me to join you?” Onyx asks. Does he really think I need a guard to eat dinner with the Alphas, one of whom is my half-brother?
Hazel cocks her head, frowning at Onyx. “That’s okay. Have some down time.”
With a shrug, Onyx lifts another burned marshmallow to his mouth and takes a bite. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from his mouth if I wanted to as he licks the sugar off his lips.
Hazel slips off Slate’s lap and they rise. “We’re calling it a night. See you guys tomorrow.”
I return her little wave. Hand in hand, they disappear into the shadows.
“Alright, the lovebirds are off to their nest,” Onyx jokes. “Anyone want more s’mores?”
“Um, no thank you,” I say, voice rough. I can’t meet his eyes after the way I drooled over him eating a marshmallow. “I think I’m ready to get some rest.”
“Sure, totally.”
The twins make quick work of extinguishing the fire and packing away the graham crackers and marshmallows. I notice the chocolate has disappeared entirely.
Onyx shadows me as I trail across the back patio and down the hall to Briar’s room. Instead of going to his own door, he follows me to mine. I spin to face him.
“Can I help you?” I snap.
He leans against the door frame, invading my personal space. In place of the sass I expect, his expression is concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Fine. I mean, your brother is rude, but that doesn’t bother me.”
His chin dips, his night sky irises searching my face. “He’s just like that. He isn’t trying to be an asshole. He’s just very honest and straightforward.”
“Don’t bother. You don’t need to stick up for me. I can handle myself.” My hands rest on the door frame, anchoring myself.
“You know, if you just talked to him, you guys would get along just fine.”
“I seriously doubt that.”
“But you and I get along just fine and he’s much nicer than I am, I promise.” He grins at my hesitation. “See? We aren’t so bad.”
“I didn’t say you were bad. I said you were a dick.”
“Not disagreeing,” he says, that infuriating smirk back.
My pulse flutters in my skin, every sensation heightened as my body reacts to his nearness. Damn it!
Scowling at him, I say, “And you called me a bitch.”
“I apologized.”
“You said Marigold was making you apologize. You didn’t actually do it. That doesn’t count.”
“What about the rest of what I did to you? Did that count as an apology?”
“Onyx,” I warn. My thoughts have gone fuzzy.
