Page 94 of Dance of Devils
“There is no end date.”
Something squeezes inside my chest when her lips curl into a small smile.
“Okay,” she says quietly.
“Was there anything else.”
She nods. “Yeah.” Brooklyn’s face warms as she looks down at her lap. “What does…I mean, me being here, and us, and… I mean, you pushed me away…”
“I’ve explained that.”
“Still,” she shrugs. “Now you bring me here and basically tell me I’m not allowed to leave.”
I nod. “And?”
Her throat bobs up and down. “What does thatmean? Like, for…you know…”
“For us,” I finish. “That’s what you were going to say, isn't it.”
She lifts a shoulder, looking away.
“I believe we’ve already established that I’m simply the devil you know, Brooklyn. And lest we forget, I’m, what, twenty years older than you?—”
“I’ve never felt what I feel when I’m with you.”
The words tumble from her lips. Instantly, her eyes widen, her hand flying up to cover her mouth as she stares at me with a mix of horror and shock.
“I—that wasn't supposed to come?—”
Suddenly, I cup her face, lean close, and inhale deeply, pressing my forehead to hers.
“The only reason,” I growl, “that I’m not kissing the absolutefuckout of you right now is that I need to ask you these questions first. And if I start kissing you, that’llneverhappen, because I won’t everstop.”
She lets out a small gasp as her hands slide up to wrap around my wrists, her thumbs rubbing my skin as she exhales slowly.
“So why ask them?” she whispers. “What difference does it make?”
“I need to know who I’m going to be fucking burying, babygirl.”
Our eyes are barely inches apart, locked.
“I’m scared of what you’re going to ask me,” she says.
“You havenothingto be ashamed of,” I hiss. “And nothing to worry about.”
She nods, closing her eyes. “Okay,just ask,” she whispers.
I pull back, my hands dropping from her face, my fingers tangling with hers.
This time, I’m not worried about “what this is” or “what it means”. All I give a fuck about right now is finally allowing myself to accept that what I feel when I’m evennearthis woman is unlike anything I’ve ever felt with anyone.
“Where have you been living recently. The truth.”
Her eyes squeeze tighter shut.
“My car.”
Jesus.
