Page 63 of Wreckage

So I leaned in again, brushing my lips against her jaw before speaking.

“Are you interested, little dancer?”

She turned back to me, her lips slightly parted, confusion still clouding her expression.

I thumbed over her bottom lip, my voice low and just for her.

“Adrian wants you just as much as I do.” I let my words sink in and linger. “And I’m OK with sharing…if you are.”

She looked at Adrian again, her breathing increasing, her hands on her lap.

Adrian hadn’t moved and hadn’t said a word.

But I saw how his fingers had tightened into a fist after setting his book aside, how his chest rose and fell just a little too fast, and how his eyes never left her.

He couldn’t hear what I was telling her, but I knew he was on edge, probably hoping I wasn’t being a complete asshole.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I saw it.

The slight bob of her throat. The way her hands stilled. The way she breathed out was like she was accepting some unspoken truth that could bring her to new heights.

She nodded in the slightest way.

A smirk tugged at my lips.

I leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against her flaming cheek, before whispering, “Then tell him.”

I trailed my lips to her ear, my voice a breath against her soft, warm skin.

“Tell him to come here…and join us.

Chapter 23

Elena

My hands trembled in my lap as I stared at Adrian, my pulse pounding in my ears, my body flushed with nervousness and excitement despite the cold surrounding us.

I had just put everything on the table and laid my feelings bare. And now, he just sat there, staring back at me with no emotion.

I watched as he shifted slightly, his fingers flexing as he clenched and unclenched his fists, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

He had heard me, but he wasn’t moving.

I licked my lips, heart hammering, and tried again, this time softer, more hesitant.

“Adrian?” My voice was soft, shaky.

His shoulders tensed.

For a moment, I thought he would ignore me, that I had misread everything, that I had just set myself up for the humiliation.

I didn’t think he’d answer, and I’d be left feeling like shit.

“Yes, butterfly?” he called out.

His voice was low and husky, filled with something forbidden and tantalizing that sent a shiver down my spine.

I exhaled shakily, my courage wavering, but I forced myself forward.

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