Page 254 of Mayhem and Minnie

Did she?

Did those precious lips of hers touch that bastard’s skin, too?

I recall the picture I’d seen of them, and he’d had bad scarring on his face and hand. Perhaps more on his body.

A smile pulls at my lips.

It seems she wasn’t as generous with Lucien as she is with me, letting me feel the warmth of her mouth on me. Though I must admit I’d rather have her mouth on other parts of my body.

When the first bandage is too soaked in blood, she takes another, repeating the process with the disinfectant and continuing to wash me.

Maybe I should tell her that she doesn’t need to pour that much disinfectant on my skin—it will dry it out. But at this point, I can’t bring myself to say anything that might ruin the moment.

I just watch her, keeping this interaction close to my heart.

A strand of hair gets in her face and she blows it away. Her brows are drawn together in concentration.

Every little movement of hers is mesmerizing. There’s a certain grace to the way she glides her small hands down my chest, almost as if this was the prelude to a seduction.

From this view, I can study her at leisure. The way her cheeks flush ever so slightly. The way her lips tremble with a mix of desire and uncertainty. The way her eyes glint so powerfully in the dim lighting of the van.

Fuck. Me.

She’s…stunning.

Absolutely stunning.

As she brings the piece of material to my face, her eyes meet mine.

She stops.

Her chest rises and falls with every labored breath.

Mine does too.

A loud thudding echoes in my ear.

My lungs feel constricted. Every gulp of air is like a poison that seeks to infiltrate my body. But every blink of my eyes that brings her into focus miraculously presents me with an antidote.

She bites her lip.

My lips ache, too.

She leans in.

I meet her halfway.

“Marlowe…” she whispers, her voice holding me hostage.

I stare into her eyes and she stares back. Heat radiates from her body, transferring onto mine and banishing the cold away.

There’s something in her gaze. Something that eludes me, but something that pulls me in all the same. There’s longing, but there’s also fear and regret.

“You’re killing me, Minnie,” I whisper.

A smile pries at her lips and she shakes her head.

“I told you I don’t kill humans,” she adds jokingly.

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