Page 25 of Made for Cyn

“Where’s your cousin?” a dude with a massive nose ring says, sitting down beside me.

The damn thing dominates his face, and I can’t help but to stare at it.

He’s unconcerned, though, as he waves at my face. “Hello?”

Breaking my stare, I frown and shrug.

“Isn’t it your job to know?” he asks, tapping his knee.

Why is he looking around like a weirdo? I follow his lead, my fingers tingling when I don’t see anything amiss. I’m not in the mood for this.

Is nothing simple?

Moving my legs free of the bench, I stand with a wooden smile. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Hold on.” He grabs my arm, and I give him a dirty look. Do I have weak written on my forehead? Enough with the manhandling today already.

“Let go,” I hiss, stumbling back when he releases my arm.

Turning away into the crowd, I huff under my breath. Cyn’s got his little followers watching me now? Dick.

The bright lights flashing above my head create an ache in the back of my skull, and I rub my eyes against the glare.

I’m tired. Where the fuck is Iris?

I glance over the crowd, but there’s no sign of a redhead and my view is blocked anyway when someone steps in front of me.

The broad, hard chest is all I can see, and I trace my eyes over the pecs before my heart thumps in my chest. Looking up, I meet Cyn’s pretty green eyes and he smirks.

“Beauty,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the crowd.

“Where are we going?”

“Here.” He brings me to a game and swipes a card. The machine screams, and I jump as balls come sailing down a tube, ending at our feet.

“What’s this?” I study his expression, my stomach swooping at the playful light I see in his eyes.

It’s entirely different from his usual moody expression and I’m caught off guard but ridiculously charmed.

“Skee ball. You try to get the ball in one of the holes.” He points at the game, and nodding, I take the ball proffered and lick my lips.

“Fuck,” he groans, and I glance his way.

His eyes blaze at me and I pause, wide eyed, as flames dance up my spine. Just one look and I feel singed. What would it be like if he were to consume me?

He raises a brow and I ignore my heated cheeks when he nods at the game with a devilish glint in his eye.

Wow.

Sucking in a breath, I focus on the game, but I miss the first try, the ball flying over the holes, ricocheting off the walls, and ending up on the floor.

Shit.

“C’mere,” Cyn says, his husky tone sending shivers down my spine.

He pulls me into his arms with his front to my back, and I gaze at the ball blindly as heat rushes through me so quickly I’m momentarily dizzy.

“ . . . and toss it.”

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