Page 82 of Unspoken Hearts
I want to kiss them off her, one by one.
“I can’t believe you pulled me in with you.”
“You pushed me first,” I counter with a chuckle.
Macie’s head shakes as her hands grab hold of my jaw. The smell of her perfume makes my chest tighten. “That’s because you tickled me.”
My tongue pokes the side of my cheek. “You called me a liar.”
She blinks at me, gaze narrowing. “I guess it was my fault, then.”
“I guess it was, because I have never lied to you before, Mae.”
Droplets continue to slide down her temples as Macie clings to my arms, nails slightly digging into my flesh. I watch her throat move, eyes shimmering like glistening gemstones. She moves in even closer. Hot breath on mine, I can’t look away. I don’t want to look away. I have prayed for this moment for years.
“You’ve never lied to me?” she whispers so delicately that I would have missed it if it wasn’t for our proximity.
My head shakes slowly. “Never.”
I can see the rise and fall of her chest beneath her pink tee, matching my own racing pulse beneath my ribs. “Even when you say those little things to me?”
My throat works as I stare down at her. Hands sliding to cup her pretty face, my smile widens. “I meant every word.”
The sharp inhale from her lips has me leaning closer, closing the distance with a kiss. Macie melts against me like molten metal, arms wrapping around my neck. I breathe all of her in. Water droplets falldown my back as I lightly bite down on her lip, wanting to taste more of her.
Macie lets me, giving a soft sound, which makes my stomach fizzle like it’s full of effervescent water. She’s the only one who's ever had this effect on me, and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the sensation.
She feels perfect in my arms. This moment right here feels perfect.
And that’s when the thunder clapping above wrenches us apart.
Chapter twenty-three
Macie
Heartleapingintomythroat, I push myself off Reid, eyes flaring wide like moons as I scramble to get out of the spring as fast as I can. Reid just watches me, looking a little stunned before peering up at the sky.
“You’re scared of storms. It wasn’t meant to storm,” he mumbles, more like he’s remembering that fact rather than finding out right now.
I don’t think I’ve ever told him that before. Maybe Grayson did? Or maybe he’s been paying more attention to me over the years than I thought?
A bright flash of lightning follows, cutting through the overcast sky. I curse under my breath.
I just want to get out of here.
Getting out of the water, Reid quickly pulls on his boots, shoving his socks and shirt into a saddle bag. I watch him, trembling like a leaf.
Reid looks down at me with concern glazing over his eyes. “I’ll help you up.” He hoists me up onto Cinnamon when the first raindrop hits my hand. “We’ll be okay,” he tells me calmly.
I want to believe him so badly but I can’t.
Grayson told me storms can’t hurt me when I’m inside, but we are very much outside right now and dripping wet.
Neither of that sounds promising to me.
Handing me the reins, Reid must see how much my hands are shaking, because he stares at them before covering them with his own. My pulse thumps so loudly I can barely hear him. “I promise you I’ll get you back safely.”
I nod quickly. He jumps on Whiskey, getting us going as more droplets splash against my clothes. The rocks can become slippery in the rain, so we have to move slower this time, which just adds to the growing ball of nerves shooting through me My shoulders shake uncontrollably as the air cools down, the birds disappear and thunder continues to echo off the mountains.
