Page 64 of Guarding the Singer

A few lucky phone calls.

With all that time between seeing her up closeand in person and now, things should have died down if it was just a 'crush.'

Just the kind of superficial attraction of meeting her and spending a few hours together.

Sitting there together, eating, laughing, and listening to whatever music popped up on her iTunes app, he found himself falling deeper and deeper under her spell.

Even though she laughed at him burning his tongue.

He'd laughed, too.

And it had been stupidly funny.

It was fine by him because it made her smile after the day she'd had.

Shit. He'd do worse to himself to distract her from the destruction of her dressing room.

Selene shifted on the couch beside him, and he looked over at her.

There was a sweet smile on her face, but there was something in her eyes that caught at him.

There was a bit of humor but there was also something… almost mischievous.

She was excited.

He could see that in her cheeks, the warm coloring there.

He could see her breaths, quicker than they had been moments before.

She looked at him and then she darted her glancedown to the container in her hand. “It’s time,” she said in almost a whisper.”

“Time?”

Nipping her bottom lip with her teeth she crooked a finger at him, beckoning him closer.

"Time," she explained, "for you to try some dessert."

The breathless quality to her voice was dangerous.

Dangerous to his heart.

And his soul.

"Want to try?"

Her question was innocent enough, but there was a part of him that couldn't see it that way.

He had been half hard since she'd laughed at him burning his tongue on the spring roll.

Just looking at her gleeful expression and the way she'd curled up on the couch beside him?

He was hard as nails.

He liked this side of Selene, maybe better than the other sides he'd discovered.

There wasn't a side of her he didn't like.

And if he allowed himself to see it, he might already be in love with her.

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