Page 52 of Facing Off
His hands are…
I don’t want to say the word.
Theycan’tbe magic.
He kneads deeper, rounding my entire hips, up my rib cage and dipping down the lower length of my spine, teasing the upper curve of my ass.
“Give me permission for more.” His voice is rougher and more urgent now. ”Let me show you what I can really do with my hands, Sonya. Say yes, darling.”
My eyes open. At some point, they’d closed. My heart beats in my ears. Frantic.
He’s watching me, begging me with his eyes. So vividly blue. I see him swallow and his lips press together before he asks, “Are you ever going to?”
“W-What?”
“How do I make you not hate me?”
“I don’thateyou,” I reply automatically, without even thinking about it.
“But I don’tmeananything to you, do I?” he mutters as if that was the worst thing anyone has ever told him.
I don’t understand. “Why do you care?”
“Because I definitely don’t hate you.”
I still don’t quite get it, but his words are enough to have me push back, suddenly feeling like I’m more naked than him. Alarm is stirring inside me as I lose balance and scoot even further back. His thigh becomes firmly lodged between my legs.
We both freeze.
I look down. “It’s not—that’s not—I’m not?—”
“Wet enough to soak through your leggings?”
Triumph—wait, no, satisfaction—no, that’s not right either. It’swonderthat washes over his dazed face.
Instead of answering him, I tear myself away and stand up. A button clatters to the ground.
“This whole time?” Adrian says, speaking softer than I’ve ever heard.
“Stop talking. Youhaveto stop talking. We’re never speaking about this again.” My tone sharpens, but it isn’t exactly steady. “Say you won’t. You won’t mention that I was…”
Wet.
The word hangs in the air between us.
His lips part as if he wants to argue, but then his gaze shifts. Maybe to how my shoulders have hunched.
“I won’t, I promise. You can trust me.”
He says it quietly. Without any inflection. As if it’s something I can count on.
Regardless, I’m running past him.
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ADRIAN
By the timeI get off the floor and catch up with her, she’s reached the front door.
