Page 40 of Seeking Shadows

A second later, I’m flat on my back, eyes wide.

“Zane!”

He smirks, propping himself up on his elbow, his head resting on his hand. “You were saying?”

I roll my eyes, but I’m laughing. “Okay, okay. You win this one.”

“Finally.”

Neither of us move. His weight above me, his beautiful green eyes locked onto mine—it makes me hyper-aware of everything. The warmth of his body, the way his breath fans across my skin.

I can’t help but wonder what it was like before. What it would be like now.

And how much I want it back.

My fingers itch to slide through his hair, to pull him closer.

I want him to fuck me so good that I’ll be sore for days.

I miss us.

My breathing turns uneven again, and I feel the hard press of his cock through my dress. Instinctively, I shift against him. A quiet, tortured sound escapes his throat.

“Fuck, Mia,” he murmurs, his fingers threading into my hair, his mouth hovering over mine like a silent dare.

I need to move, or we’re going to do something here—something physical, and it’s definitely not fighting.

“We can still fight under the stars!” I exclaim, scrambling to my feet.

He stares at me, still on the ground, his expression a mix of exhaustion and confusion.

“Mia, you’re wearing a flowery dress.”

“So?”

“So, I’m not fighting someone who looks like they walked out of an indie romance movie.”

“Are you scared of losing to someone in a dress?”

He exhales heavily. “Yes.”

“Pussy.”

“Brat.”

I take advantage of his distraction, lunging at him. He moves to dodge, but I’m already on him again, using every ounce of speed I have to knock him off balance.

He curses but moves fluidly, his body reacting on instinct.

“You really want to do this now?”

“Yes!” I grin. “You told me you needed to learn how to fight, didn’t you?”

“Alright.”

And this time, he doesn’t hold back.

He moves fast—too fast. Before I can react, I’m flipped onto my back, pinned beneath him, my wrists trapped in his grip.

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