Page 122 of Distortion
‘What?’ he asks as he turns and he notices me.
‘Jesus,’ he breathes, stepping forward. ‘You look fucking amazing,’ he says, getting very close but not touching.
I crane my neck to watch his face, fascinated by the tells I can see in his tense jaw, soft eyes, and the way he licks his bottom lip.
‘Can I get you a drink?’ he asks.
‘Yes, please,’ I whisper, feeling as if I’ve lost my voice but for once not because I’m upset. ‘Something without alcohol?’
‘Mocktail it is,’ he smiles and leaves the room.
I stand next to Blake and watch him take his turn. His ball goes in as well, and when he’s done, he turns to me and steps closer.
‘You look good enough to eat,’ he purrs, flashing his vamp teeth, while in the background I see Shade raise his fist and utter a loud ‘Arrrrgh!’.
I can’t help my laugh.
‘Are you all in character?’ I ask.
Blake steps even closer. ‘If we are, then I’m definitelygoing to bite you after Shade kidnaps you and takes you to his ship.’
I shiver at his words, the way his breath makes my skin tingle. I don’t want to give into it, into them, but I can’t help it. The taste they gave me lives rent-free in my head. I think about it all the time.
‘And Mav?’ I breathe.
He backs up with a scoff. ‘Fuck him. The idiot decided to be a lumberjack for Halloween! He can go chop down a tree and think about his dumb choices.’
I break into peals of laughter, wrapping my arms around my middle and almost doubling over. But I remember I can’t just in time!
Mav returns with a cup and I take a sip. It’s orange, citrusy, and refreshing.
‘What is it?’ I ask.
‘It’s a tequila sunrise without the tequila.’
‘Thanks,’ I say.
I stand with the guys, watching them play pool.
‘Want to take my shot, kitten?’
I roll my eyes at Blake and take his cue. He smirks as he pries my fingers off the wood and repositions them.
‘Like that.’
I look at the table and find the manilla ball in the middle. Careful not to touch any of the others and conscious of my skirt, I hit it toward the red solid and watch as it rolls into the nearest pocket.
‘Great shot!’ Blake exclaims. ‘Daisy’s on my team!’
I smile at him.
‘Beginner’s luck,’ Shade mutters, but he flashes his teeth when he says it.
I cant my head and give him a wink like Lu gave me earlier and his brows rise at me.
‘Or it’s just math,’ I say.
Mav takes the next one and misses and then Blake does as well. Shade gets one, a nice shot off the side, which impresses me, but he misses the second, so it’s my turn again.
