Page 74 of Volatile Obsessions

Blue eyes clung to me as I leaned over the ledge once more.

“Yes, please stop. Lux will suffice.”

“Tell me something about you and I will.”

And there went my body locking up again.

I couldn’t even look at him, completely thrown off by his asinine request. He really was insane. He had to be. After everything we’d been through and all we’d done to each other, how the hell could he stand there and ask me to share myself with him, like everything was all good and gravy?

Why?

Why would he want to know me anyway?

Didn’t he realize getting to know each other would only make our predicament more difficult? It was difficult enough as it is, for fucks sake.

“Lux,” Roman’s voice boomed through my internal struggle.

He didn’t call you pigeon…

Dragging my gaze to where he stood, I found that lopsided smirk awaiting me. The simple gesture was becoming too familiar, something I both expected—and wanted—to see.

“Stop scheming over there for five seconds and tell me. I’ll even make it easy for you. Just give me one thing. If there’s one thing the world should know about Lux Mercier, what should it be?”

“That she’s a tough bitch,” I said proudly.

“True, but that doesn’t count.”

“Why not?”

“Because the world already knows that. Gotta give me something better. More.”

This man...

“Flattery thing isn’t a good look on you, Roman. Stick to the plan.”

“That is part of the plan.” He waggled his eyebrows, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth through a wicked grin.

Fuck, I liked that.

I’m not even going to try to deny it. I liked it, maybe a little too much, and he must’ve known it, too, because his grin slithered into that devious smile I knew all too well.

My insides twisted like a wrung tee.

“And no, I’m not telling you the plan,” he added, sliding closer to me.

He was so close, our arms brushed.

“Figures,” I scoffed.

“Stop averting—I’m still waiting on that one thing.”

“I wasn’t averting, you’re the one who—”

“Eh, eh, eh,” he chided, tapping the tip of my nose. “See? Averting.”

Ughhh.

He was maddening and I was cheesing. Me, cheesing, no holds barred! What in the actual fuck was he doing to me?

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