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His other hand found my upper arm as his head lowered. I raised my chin to meet him and let my eyes close as the warmth of his lips pressed against mine.
I moved in. My fingers dug into his nape and into his hair—
The softness of it.
The warmth of his skin beneath.
And that scent. The one that had been slowly, deliberately poisoning the air of my flat from the moment he crossed the threshold.
My lips parted.
Blueberries and dark chocolate.
Our dessert.
I tasted more.
He growled when I swirled my tongue against his. Bad Girl growled back from somewhere deep. He didn’t react to her—if anything his kiss softened, his hands sliding up to cup my face with a gentleness that had no business existing in the same body as that growl.
His hot breath against my wet lips made me shiver.
Then he kissed my upper lip. Paused. Slid the tip of his tongue slowly across it.
“You would make me lose my mind if I allowed it,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine.
One kiss and it felt like he was mine.
Ours, Bad Girl said.If he behaves.
I smiled at her addition.
“I may explore songwriting,” he mused.
I laughed and shifted back—only this time I let my head rest on his shoulder.
Chapter 37
Conrí
It was a struggle to leave her.
When I got home the penthouse felt hollow—empty in a way it hadn’t before tonight, as if something had been subtracted from the air. All my sage green and dove grey and duck egg white suddenly looked exactly like what they were. Careful. Considered. Devoid of anyone else’s colour.
What if she isn’t missing us?Kael fretted.
I thought of her leaning in and inhaling before I left. The small, unconscious give of it.
No. She is.
Why can’t we go back and sleep in the car?
Because I’m not a psycho.
Pah. He scoffed.Humans. You’ve forgotten your true nature.
The trouble was I was genuinely tempted by the idea. That was the thing I couldn’t quite get past—I wanted to be close to her too. There was no pretending otherwise after tonight. She had been right beneath our noses for three years. Three years of her existing in the same building, breathing the same air, and we hadn’t known.
I began to unbutton my shirt, surrounded by all that careful grey.
