Page 35 of Tyr

“Hey.” Tyr unfolded his hands and went to retie his laces but she grabbed a lace on his other boot and pulled it as well.

“Celeste.”

“What?” she asked innocently.

“I don’t want to put my feet in the water.” Tyr tied his boot and moved on to the second, but as soon as he did, she pulled the laces on the first one again.

“Celeste.”

“Tyr.” She tried to keep her face serious, but a smile quirked the corners of her mouth.

She looked so damn kissable that he wanted nothing more than to lay her on the moss and make love to her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him. She landed with her body pressed against his, and her eyes widened.

Without thinking, he moved his face inches from hers. She stared at him, her eyes full of desire. Her gaze traveled to his lips. His body and mind collided as every inch of him wanted to kiss her sweet lips. To taste her. To bury himself inside her. Her floralscent swirled around him, making him dizzy and his body hard for her again. Close. So damn close.

He brushed a hair from her eye and looped it around her ear. Then he traced his fingers down her throat and gripped the base of her neck. It took everything he had to hold back. He wanted to kiss her. Needed to kiss her. Needed to feel her lips on his.

“If I’m Rapunzel, then you’re my Flynn Rider,” she whispered.

No way did she just say that to him!

She was so close her warm breath tickled his face, and he tasted the tea she’d drunk.

Tea. The tea!

Tyr pressed his lips together and let go of her neck.

“Did you finish your tea?” he asked huskily.

Her eyebrows drew together, and she blinked several times as if waking from a dream. “Yeah. Didn’t you?”

Tyr released her wrist, and she sat back on her heels, confusion playing over her features. Freaking Vali.

“Nah. Tea has never been my thing.” Which was why Vali had most likely made it extra strong.

Damn, self-proclaimed Love Guru. What the hell was he playing at? And what the hell had he put in the damn tea? As soon as he had a minute, he’d tell hiscousinexactly how he felt about being tricked with magical herbs. Maybe with a black eye, possibly two, to get his point across

Tyr scooted back a few inches and went back to tying his laces.

Celeste’s eyes clouded, and her playful smile vanished.

She picked at the moss and then looked up at the sky again. “None of this is your thing, is it?”

“Not particularly.”

She nodded but didn’t catch his eye. “Then why did you bring me here?”

“Because you needed it.”

She stayed silent for a minute before saying, “Is peacefulness hard for you?”

He stopped tying his boots.

“I only ask because you are the God of War. So, I would assume this kind of place might be… something you weren’t used to.”

He double-knotted his laces. “That’s one way of putting it.”

“Is that why you aren’t in Valhalla?”

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