Page 86 of Unspoken Hearts
Reid:Why?
Macie:Because I’m lying to your brother. And I don’t want to lie, but I also don’t want to stay away from you.
Macie:And this storm is freaking me out.
My heart races beneath my ribs as I stare at our conversation. I wait for a response, but there’s nothing.
No bubbles.
A surge of unease makes my stomach twist, my hands growing clammy.Did I just ruin everything? Did I push him away without realising?
My heart continues to race when I hear a door open and close. I swallow silently when mine creaks open slowly.
Sitting up, I push the covers off my face to see Reid standing in his black trackpants, dark hair looking dishevelled. His eyes bore into mine from the doorway before he steps in, shutting it quietly.
“Reid?” I whisper. The stammering in my chest continues as I watch him, hands gripping the covers tightly.
“Cowgirl,” he murmurs, approaching me slowly as if he doesn’t want to make a noise.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I stare at him, moonlight shining off his eyes as my pulse settles a fraction. “What are you doing in here?”
“Making sure you’re okay.”
That makes my heart flutter.
I flinch as lightning lights up the room.
“Moveover,” he mutters.
I do, giving him enough room to lie down on the covers beside me. I grab the blanket folded at the end of my bed and pull it over him to keep the chill off.
“Thanks.”
I curl up against him, his warmth soaking through me as I rest my head on his chest. “Thank you.”
“Always,” he whispers, and I know he means it. He’ll do anything for me, and I'm starting to see that now.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” he murmurs.
“Do you feel guilty keeping this from Gray?”
Reid is silent for a moment, and I focus on his breathing and heart beat rather than the storm outside. “Yeah, but I also know what I want, Mae.” Turning his head, Reid’s gaze hits mine, dark and shiny. My heart blooms in my chest like a flourishing flower.
My hand slides along his jawline, feeling his stubble, our faces inches apart. “Is this what you want?”
A faint smile cracks in his lips. He nods against my hand. “Yes.”
My fingers tingle as I bit down on my lip. His eyes track the movement. I admit in a low voice, “I like you, Reid. I have since I saw you.”
His hot breath hits my lips. “You’re perfect, Mae.”
My breath hitches as he pulls me closer. Eyes fluttering shut, I give in to the butterflies swarming my stomach as he kisses me gently. Not rushed and heavy like before in the spring. This kiss is slow and drawn out, deeper and thoughtful.
I lean against him, fingers digging through his hair as his arms curl around me. Our mouths move in sync. His scent is intoxicating, and his hair is silky, smooth and a little damp from the shower.
A soft moan escapes my throat as Reid deepens our kiss, his tongue swiping along my bottom lip, asking for permission. I let him and melt against his body like butter. His fingers gripping me tighter, like he can’t get me close enough as he groans huskily against me, my lips vibrating at the sound.
