Page 58 of Unspoken Hearts
“I’m so sorry,” I murmur against her ear.
I know I need to pull myself away, but I can’t.
I don’t want to move, instead wanting to feel her this close to me, our energies mixing together, body tingling all over. The pit of my stomach burns with nerves. My chest stings with delight.
Man, I didn’t realise how hard living under the same roof as her was going to be.
Chapter sixteen
Macie
Myheartrattlesbeneathmy rib cage like an alarm clock trying to bounce out of my chest. I’m trying to control my breathing, but all I can feel is his hot skin on mine, the swirl of his manly scent, and I’m fairly certain he’s—
“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs.
It’s deep and raspy, sending an invigorating tremble down the length of my spine like a sweat droplet.
Breath hitching, I force down a swallow before whispering, “I’m sorry, too.”
Reid remains as still as stone, body pushed against mine, holding me to keep my back from digging into the freezing cold bench. My hands cling to his side, clothes in a heap at our feet as I collect my breathing.
It’s suddenly too hot in this bathroom, the air feeling muggy and thick. My skin prickles with sweat from our proximity. The heat of his body spreads across mine like an uncontrollable wildfire.
He must hear my gulp, because he pulls away, even though my mind screams for him to stay close. I don’t like the distance. The rush of excitementtingles through me like tiny, bursting fireworks, but the connection lessens as he pushes himself off.
Fingers loosening in his tight shirt, Reid steadies me on my feet, piercing sky blue eyes peering down.
He’s so close, I feel like I can almost taste him.
My eyes fall to his perfectly carved lips, the dip of his bow, and the small curve in the corners that are growing the longer I inspect them. Blinking, my eyes move back up to his, that are studying my mouth.
Pulse beating quickly in my neck, hand clutching the edge of the bench behind me, I can’t move, as if he’s examining me and my moving would ruin the test.
I swallow again from the intensity of his stare before he clears his deep throat and steps backwards. “I didn’t realise you were in here,” he says huskily. “I should have knocked.
“It’s okay. It’s not like you saw anything,” I blurt out as heat prickles at my skin. Sometimes I wish I had a filter on my mouth.
Eyes lifting to his, I see the flaring of his eyes, and slackening of his jaw. “Umm…” he whispers, a little unsure as his toes wriggle against the tiled floor.
That’s a new one.
“You don’t need to be nervous, cowboy,” I say, noting the way his anxiety is taking over.
The corner of his mouth twitches.
I hear Grayson’s voice in the hallway. “Macie, hurry up. Cole wants to play you next.”
My throat swallows as I bend down, grabbing my pile of dirty clothes and handing Reid his neatly folded stack. “Here.”
“Thanks.”
Taking them, my heart continues to sear as I brush past him and step out into the hallway. I have never been that close to him. I can feel how flushed I am—my cheeks are probably as red as a tomato.
Grayson comes out of the alcove, spotting me. I jump at his presence. “Oh, great you’re—why are you blushing so much?”
My throat works, looking back at door of the bathroom before shaking my head. “I forgot to turn the fan on, and I think the water was too hot.”
I hate lying to my best friend, but I also don’t want to tell him how close I just was to kissing his brother, again…
