Page 41 of At the Edge with You

My lips lift. “Yeah, but he was obsessed with them, more so with the fact that my—” I pause, unable to admit my asexual status. Would it freak Jett out? Would he look at me differently? But really, am I truly asexual?

Because the things I feel for him are absolutely sexual.

When he stops, he grabs my wrist, and I look up to find his tortured gaze set on me. My wrist burns where his palm holds me, and instantly, I’m out of breath as I hold his gaze. “Those labels are unnecessary, princess. You’re you, and you are absolutely enough, just the way you are.”

I blink and hold back the tears as I gaze into his eyes. I want to tell him about the asexual thing—maybe he’ll prove it wrong—but all I can do is stare at him. A small grin curves one side of his mouth before he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Don’t listen to that shit, okay?”

All I can do is nod, and when he starts to walk again, I follow. I try not to make a big deal about the fact that he’s still holding my wrist. I want to thread my fingers through his, but I’m unsure if he’d like that. The silence between us is comfortable, but I still want to know more about him. “You have a lot of tattoos. Did Hazel do them?”

A smile plays on his lips, his love for his grandma shining in his eyes. “Yeah, all of them.”

“That’s insane,” I say with a grin. “I want her to do one for me.”

His eyes meet mine, dancing with something I can’t define. “I can’t believe you got tattooed.”

My grin grows. “I got my first one after Vancouver, and then I couldn’t stop. I made sure not to do my arms or below my knees because you know how my parents are.” He doesn’t haveto answer. We both know they are against anything that isn’t “normal.”

I’m in that category.

“But I love them. They make me happy.”

“How many do you have?”

“Twenty,” I answer, and his eyes widen.

“Where?” His eyes move along my middle, and heat spreads in my belly.

The need to show him is powerful, but I refrain. “My stomach, my hips, my bottom, and the tops of my thighs.”

I don’t miss the fact that he trips over nothing, his eyes still trained on me. “Your ass?” he gulps, and I grin.

“Yes. I have a flower garden of all my favorite flowers.”

His eyes darken before he licks his lips. The motion is so damn sexy, and my clit takes notice. She starts to tingle again, and damn it, I want to jump this dude. I want to know whether it’s because I never had him or if there is true chemistry between us.

He bumps into me, a playful smile on his face. “How many piercings?”

Before I can even think, I answer, “Six.”

My face turns bright red as he stops dead in his tracks. His eyes move to my ear, which is exposed and shows no holes. My parents wouldn’t let me get my ears pierced when I was younger, so I never did. Instead, I pierced where no one could see.

Jett’s eyes are molten chocolate as he grits out, “Six?”

I love the look in his eyes, and shit, am I stepping closer to him? “Yup,” I answer, my voice low and sultry. I’m vibrating everywhere, but I can’t let him know he is driving me mad with just the look in his eyes. Those eyes fall to my mouth, then lift back to my eyes as heat gathers deep in my gut. He reaches out, tucking my hair behind my other ear.

“Your ears are not pierced.”

My voice is rough as I breathe out, “I know.”

Jett looks as if he is about to devour me, and I want him to do just that.

His lips curve up in a devastating grin that has me burning up from head to toe. “What happened to the prim and proper ice princess I knew?”

I match his grin, and I feel mine take up my whole face. I even feel my eyes smiling, if that’s a thing. “She grew up.”

He traces his eyes along my face, and I feel the flutter in my gut intensify. His eyes hood a bit, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, and I swear to God, if he kisses me, I’ll combust.

“Fable Winter!”

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