Page 35 of Bad Bunny
Is it the bond?
Or is it him?
Because when I close my eyes, it’s not magic I’m thinking about.
It’s the way his hands would feel on my hips. His lips against mine.
Ugh. It’s all so confusing. So frustrating.
I roll to one side. Then to the other. Fluff my pillow and then flatten it down.
It doesn’t help. I’m still too warm. Too restless.
Still very, very conscious of him.
My traitorous brain supplies another image—Sorren in my kitchen, broad shoulders filling the doorway. His hand at my waist. My back against the counter.
His mouth on my wrist, my neck, my breast.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
This is ridiculous.
We’re on the run from his homicidal magical uncle. We’re about to break into a giant cursed egg.
And I’m lying here wondering what it would feel like if he touched me on purpose.
Finally, I can’t stand it any longer.
“Hey,” I whisper, then flinch at how loud it sounds, my voice shattering the silence. “Are you awake?”
“Yes,” he whispers back, which is kind of silly since it’s just the two of us in the room, but I’m glad he’s being quiet. Soft. There’s something delicate here, wavering between us, that I don’t want to break.
I wonder if he feels it too.
“I can’t sleep,” I tell him.
“Me either.”
For a second, nothing happens.
Then—
I don’t know who starts it. It’s like we’re both moving at once. Our hands on the pillows, moving them one by one. The wall between us comes down. The room is still mostly dark, only a bit of late afternoon light filtering in through the sides of the curtains. Enough that I can see the way his eyes gleam as he rolls onto his side to face me. There’s a flash of light in them, like areflection. The way a cat’s eyes glow when you shine a flashlight on them.
A reminder that he’s not of this world.
That honestly should scare mea lotmore than it does.
“Why can’t you rest?” he asks, staring at me intently.
Because I can’t stop thinking about having sex with you,my mind helpfully supplies.
“I just have a lot of questions,” is what my mouth says instead.
“Ask,” he says, like it’s that simple.
I swallow, suddenly nervous. “You mentioned a bond? Marking? I don’t really understand what it all means.”
