Page 64 of Nyx
My mouth drops open as an incredulous laugh leaves me, and his lips twitch in another grin. “Do you want my kisses or not?”
“Yes,” he breathes, and pushes up on his toes to capture my lips. It’s sweet, like the dozens of kisses we’ve shared over the past week, but there’s heat behind this one. Nyx’s fingers clutch at my shirt and try to haul me closer, and I let him. His confidence in this—inus—shows more every day, and my quiet whine slips free as he deepens the kiss, dipping his tongue into my mouth.
My hands roam down his spine, and he stiffens for a moment as my palms skim his ass. But I keep going until I reach the back of his thighs and hoist him onto the table. It thuds into the wall, and Nyx gasps against our kiss. He pulls away and glances over his shoulder, and I sputter out another laugh.
“Did you just stop kissing me to check on the plants?”
The grin on his face takes my breath away as he turns to me again. “Yes.”
“And how are your precious plants doing?”
“They are fine,” he says, still wearing a teasing grin as he leans in and attempts to reclaim my lips, but I pull back.
“You’re sure you don’t need more time with them? I can leave you guys alone if I’m interrupting.”
“Ass,” he mutters, and I snicker like I do every time he curses. “Maybe they want my kisses instead.”
“Are you using broccoli to make me jealous?”
“I was going to kiss the collie-flower, actually,” he says, and it’s so matter-of-fact that I burst out laughing again. He giggles.Giggles.A real, honest-to-the-gods giggle, and I swear my heart swells in my chest at the sound of his happiness. His forehead falls onto my shoulder as his body shakes in silent mirth, and I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight, soaking it all in.
A shocked inhale from the door causes us both to turn. Ronan stands there with his jaw slack, eyes darting between me and Nyx. “Has he ever been speechless?” I whisper loudly, and Nyx breathes another of his quiet laughs.
“No. Always with the things to say.”
Ronan blinks a few times, mouth still agape, and Cameron comes into sight with a sigh, pushing on his chin. “You’ll catch flies, babe,” he says as he walks past him and steps inside the greenhouse. One of his brows arches and a troublemaker grin spreads over his face as he clocks the way I stand between Nyx’s knees.
“Were you two making out in here?”
“Making… out?” Nyx asks, turning to me in question.
“It means kissing… a lot,” I explain, trying to keep a straight face because that’s exactly what we were doing. Nyx’s cheeks flame as he ducks his forehead to my shoulder with an embarrassed squeak.
“Oh my gods, youwere!” Cameron squeals, and I tuck Nyx against me as I glare daggers over his head.
“I will cut you,” I mouth, but Cameron only laughs, so I make a stabbing motion with one hand. Ronan snaps out of it and steps inside, his eyes still locked on me and Nyx.
“Is that why you’re so stunned, Ro? Did you catch them playing tonsil hockey in here?”
“Cameron,” I groan, hugging Nyx tighter.
“No,” Ronan says, eyeballing how Nyx is curled into me and the protective way I’m holding him. “No, they were laughing.” Cameron’s eyes go wide, and I give him a pointed glare, begging them not to make a big deal about this. If Nyx feels uncomfortable letting himself laugh, he might not do it again, and it was such a tremendous step for him.
Cameron and I stare off for a long moment. He seems to understand what I’m silently projecting, because he gives me a single nod and walks over to the plants. “What’s growing?”
Nyx squirms, and his head pops up at the question. “Do you want to show him what we’ve done, sirrha?” I ask as I run my hand along his braid. He nods excitedly as Ronan’s glare becomes more concentrated. It’s like I canfeelit burning through me like pissed-off little lasers, assessing my every move with Nyx.
Overprotective ass. I love him and hate him for it.
“You haven’t trained in a while,” he says as I step closer, half listening to Nyx explain what plants are sprouting on the tables and shelves. “Treasure.”
“Shut up, dick. I’ve been busy.” I’m still distracted, a smile playing on my lips as Cameron asks questions. I have no idea whether he genuinely doesn’t know the answers, or if he’s just encouraging Nyx to talk. Either way, I appreciate it. I realize Ronan is quiet, so I force myself to pay attention. “Between the garden and getting the greenhouse put together, I’ve been preoccupied.”
“Let’s not forget your mate.”
The skeptical tone of his voice grates on my nerves, and I cross my arms over my chest with narrowed eyes. “Do you have something to say about that?” I challenge.
His cheek pits in a dimple as he chews on the inside, but then he deflates with a long, pointedly annoyed sigh. “No.”
