Page 53 of Forbidden You

“Can I come up?” I’d rather be close to Bodi before some walking dead zombies come out of the hallways to eat me.

As much as he keeps turning down my advances, I do expect him to protect me during an apocalypse.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a lopsided grin. “Are you scared?”

“No,” I scowl. “Maybe.”

The elevator doors open, and we get in.

“And here I thought nothing could scare Kayla Lockheart.”

I love his teasing tone, and I push him to the side with a playful glare.

“I might not be a pussy like you, but I’m not fearless either, baby.”

Chuckling, his fingers enclasp my wrist and he rapidly pulls me against his chest.

Oh, shit.The air is knocked from my lungs, my eyes wide. The fresh smell of his cologne quickly attacks my senses, and I look up while I breathe out through my nose. His breath fans my face, and his nostrils flare, his lips dangerously close to mine.

Normally, I’ll have a teasing comment sitting on my tongue, but this time, I got nothing. The desire that’s burning inside of me prevents me from voicing anything. I just want him to kiss me. I want him to kiss me so bad.

His nose brushes against mine, and I palm his chest, his heartbeat pounding into my fingers while the other grips his shirt. I can almost taste him when his upper lip touches mine, and I wait with a racing pulse. The thick air makes it hard to breathe, but really, I don’t need oxygen to stay alive right now.

I just need him.

The ding of the elevator breaks the magic, and he presses his forehead against mine with a deep sigh, then straightens his neck and plants a lingering kiss on my forehead. The heat of his lips against my skin is sizzling, and I close my eyes to completely savor it.

“Let’s go,” he says when he finally lets go and gets off the elevator.

Ugh.

His sudden withdrawal of energy, removing himself from mine, feels like a cold wind outside the blistering desert.

Frustrated, I throw my hands and feet in a fit behind his back like I’m losing my mind, accompanied by a silent scream.

“So close, Kayla. So close,” I whisper, aggravated, while I follow his trail.

“You know I can hear you, right?” His grin is audible, yet he doesn’t turn around.

“I don’t care.”

“Come on, little minx.”

“Minx. I can live with that.” Just wait for the moment I’ll actually be able to put my claws in him. It’s coming, I know it.

We stroll through the hallway to the right side of the building until we reach an open door. Without hesitation, he struts in while I wait in the doorway.

“Mr. McKay. Thank you for coming.” The doctor offers his hand and Bodi takes it.

“Evening, Dr. Grant. I hope my father didn’t make you work late?”

“I’m on the night shift. I just started.” He smiles before his features turn serious. “We had to sedate your father. He was being aggressive. We hope you can get him to settle down a little before we put him to bed.”

The muscles in Bodi’s back tense, then he nods to the doctor, moving farther into the room. His father sits in a bordeaux red armchair, a nurse holding his hand in comfort. The look in his hazel eyes is vacant, lost. Completely worn out.

Showing his roots, he’s wearing an orange Wallabies rugby shirt, and black sweatpants, his skin looking a little tan against his gray thick hair. The wrinkles on his face make him look old, but I can imagine him being a strong, handsome man like Bodi when he was younger.

“Hey, Dad.” Bodi squats down, resting a hand on his knee.

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