Page 44 of Vallaverse: Twist
I nod. “Yes. I can feel you, too.”
He rolls his eyes. “No. I mean, I can feel kind of what you're feeling. Like, what you're thinking about.”
I nod again. We have a bond; obviously we can feel each other.
He huffs again. “You're thinking about fucking.”
I smile. “Not exactly fucking, but I am thinking about you and that I want you.”
He blushes. “Well, you're driving me crazy with it.”
“I can try to think about something else?” I offer, but his face falls at the suggestion.
“No, I like that you're thinking about me.”
I smile again, chuckling. “Of course, you do.”
“No,” he rushes, “that's not what I mean. I mean, it is, but I like that you still want me.”
“I always want you, Laz. Always.”
“You can have me.”
I take a breath before I say or do something rash. “We have to wait.”
“For the doctors to sign off on it,” Laz says dramatically. “I know. But I'm aching. Aren't you aching, Brooks?”
“Yes. But I won't put you at risk.”
He blushes again. “They told me I needed to fully abstain from anything that might trigger a heat response until they're sure there's no R left in my system.”
I nod. “I know. That's why I can't have you. Yet.” I reach down to tip his chin up so that he can see the dark promise in my eyes. “Yet, Lazarus.”
He nods, pulling in a shaky breath. “But,” he nibbles at his bottom lip, “I could have you.”
“No.”
“There's no sense in both of us being miserable.”
“Nope.”
“We don't even have to take off any clothes.”
Nothing I want to do involves either of us keeping our clothes on. “Pardon?”
“I'm miserable, Brooks. I can feel how tight you are. I can smell your need. Let me make it better. I want to make you feel better. If you feel better, I'll feel better.”
“Laz...”
“Listen, don't take this the wrong way or anything, but I'm not ready for sex yet. I know I'm not. I'm not even ready for either of us to be naked. But I want you, and I want to make you feel better. I'm your Omega now. You're my Valla, and I can feel what you're feeling. Let me make it better.”
I look into his eyes and can feel any argument for common sense crumble on my tongue like sugar. “You won't feel better.”
“Trust me, Brooks,” he says, smirking up at me. “I'll feel better.”
“I need to kiss you. I don't know what you want to do or how far we're able to take things, but I need to kiss you.”
He bites his lip again. “You haven't kissed me since we've been here. I didn't think you'd want to.”
