Page 62 of Wreckage

I knew Adrian was watching.

When Elena finally pulled away, her face was flaming red. I knew my theory had been proven.

Because the first thing she did was look over at him.

Adrian’s jaw was tight, a muscle in his cheek twitching, his book still open in his lap, but his fingers clenched so tightly around the edges of the pages, I was surprised they didn’t bend it and put creases in his precious book. He hated creases and dog-eared pages. I’d threaten his fucking book next if he didn’t make a move. But maybe I didn’t need to…

He was feeling it. I could tell by how he sat forward slightly, his green eyes taking in the scene with uncertainty, intrigue, and, if I wasn’t mistaken, a little jealousy.

I gently redirected Elena’s face back toward me, cupping her jaw, my lips just inches from hers.

“It’s OK,” I whispered against her lips, my voice low, reassuring. “Adrian knows. I told him.”

Her breath hitched, her fingers trembling slightly against my chest.

Her blue eyes searched mine, uncertainty flickering in them.

I brushed my lips along her jaw, slow and deliberate. She tensed, herbreath shuddering.

Then, softly, she whispered, “It feels weird having him watch.”

I chuckled softly against her skin, my fingers tangling deeper in her silken hair.

“You’re so beautiful, little dancer,” I murmured, trailing my lips back to the corner of her mouth. “And I want this… if you do.”

She hesitated, her hands still gripping my shirt.

After a long moment, she kissed me back.

Gently. Nervously. But it was there. It was real. And that was all I needed.

As I whispered to her, I trailed kisses back along her jaw, my breath warm against her ear.

“I don’t mind if you want Adrian to join us too.”

She froze.

I felt her body lock up; her breathing became uneven, and her fingers dug into my chest as she pulled away just enough to stare at me.

I didn’t push. I didn’t rush her.

Instead, I offered her a small, easy smile and tucked a lock of her pretty hair behind her ear.

“It’s your call,” I murmured gently. “You decide.”

She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine. Questioning me.

Slow, she turned her head to look at Adrian.

He was still watching, and this time, I saw it.

The pain. The hesitation.The hope.

He was fucking desperate but too goddamn scared to do anything about it.

I knew him too well.

I knew exactly what was running through his head. He was probably wondering if I was fucking with him. If this was just some twisted joke. If he was stupid for even thinking this could be real.

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