Page 21 of Play Along

Not even a little bit.

Isaiah bites his bottom lip to hide a smile.

I think.

To be honest, he’s mostly a blurry figure who’s keeping me standing upright at the moment.

I take the cup from his hand and drink it back.

It’s water.

I think.

The water from the fountains is pretty.

Isaiah is pretty.

It’s just an arrangement.

Connor came from a wealthy family and so did I.

That was a business arrangement.

This is a revenge arrangement.

They’re practically the same thing.

That’s all marriage has ever been—an arrangement.

I can feel myself speaking.

I know Isaiah is responding.

He smirks down at me, and that little birthmark by his right eye gets lost between his smile lines.

I want to lick it.

But my tongue isn’t connected to my mouth right now so instead I reach up and touch it.

“Fuck,” I hear him exhale, and the surrender in his tone is the only thing that’s clear right now.

I take his hand.

His hand is big.

I’ve worked on his hands, but I’ve never touched him outside of work before.

I never touch anyone unless I’m working.

No one has really ever touched me.

I like Isaiah’s hand.

I like his smile too.

I’ll never tell him that.

“Are you sure?” Isaiah’s voice rings out somewhere around me.

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