Chapter 18
Beckett watchedher as she chewed, smiling. Then his smile faded and his eyes grew serious. He changed his focus to his thumb rubbing along her knee. Concentrating on steadying his breaths, remaining reasonable, being the kind of guy who could laugh with Anna Barlow while she ate and kiss her without consequences, but instead he was having trouble holding it together. He felt like every single second within her reach had very serious consequences. And he wasn’t able to get away, but also, didn’t want to try.
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Luna saw his mood shift. She wasn’t sure why, but he had gone serious. And she could either stay where she was, in chocolate and dancing and epic skies, and watch him as he shifted away, or she could meet him there, but she was scared. Because she wanted him, and she had a place in her heart that she didn’t want him to know about, but god, she desperately needed him—and to make that shift with Beckett suddenly seemed very serious indeed.