Page 25 of Forbidden Mischief
I glance over at her, frowning slightly. “What?”
“You’re thinking about kissing him. You can’t hide it.” She smirks. “It’s okay, Zayne. We’re all rooting for you.”
My breath hitches. “Harley…”
“I won’t say anything. Promise,” she adds quickly, but there’s an unmistakable knowing look in her eyes. “But you should probably act on it sooner rather than later. You’re not fooling anyone. And you’ve never been one to go slow.”
“Yeah,” Prunes adds, “if you two don’t get together soon, I’m going to have to start charging for the therapy sessions. Watching this slow burn is killing me.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, and glance at Asher. He’s smirking, and my stomach flutters. I’m not freaking out. I’m not pushing him away.
And just like that, the weight of it all presses down on me. Maybe Harley’s right. Maybe it’s time to stop pretending like I’m not completely aware of what’s between me and Asher. It’s not just attraction—it’s something deeper, somethingreal. But it’s alsonewfor me. I’ve never had feelings for another guy before. I don’t know how to do this, how to move forward with it. But no matter how much I try to talk myself out of it, I can’t keep running from this pull.
I nod, trying to steady my nerves, but every part of me is screaming to just give in. To lean over and kiss him, to feel the heat of him against me without worrying about the world.
The movie continues, but it’s all background noise now. I’m lost in the way Asher feels next to me, in the way his fingers brush against mine again, this time lingering for just a second longer. I want to pull him into me, to press my lips to his, but I hold back. This is new. It’s forbidden. And I don’t know what to do with it yet.
But I know one thing for sure.
I’m not going to be able to play it slow much longer.
CHAPTER 13
ASHER
Zayne's hand brushes against mine, his fingers barely grazing my skin, but it feels like an electric current. I glance at him, his eyes dark with desire, the weight of his gaze heavy on me. Slowly, he shifts closer in his seat, his breath warm against my cheek. I can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles are coiled, ready to snap.
My heart thunders in my chest as I lean in, my lips only inches from his. His eyes flicker down to my mouth, and I know he's feeling it too—this pull, this magnetic force that draws us closer with every passing second.
Without thinking, my hand reaches up, cupping his jaw, my thumb brushing over the curve of his lips. His breath hitches, and that’s when I know—this is it.
I close the distance, tilting my head as I press my lips to his.
The feeling of his lips against mine has my heart in a tailspin. Fire licks up my spine, slowly spreading over me like a blanket.
Raising my hand, I bring it to the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his soft brown hair.
The tiny moan that leaves Zayne has a possessive growl bubbling in my chest and all the blood in my body rushing south. I’m painfully hard, cock straining against my jeans, demanding I spin my mate around, bend him over and take him right here, right now, everyone else in this theater be damned.
“I hate to break this up.” Prudence taps my shoulder, another growl for a whole different reason threatening to break free. “Because, like I encouraged it and everything,” she whispers. “But people are looking and you're giving off PG-13 vibes with the intention of going R-rated.”
Breaking apart with a low groan, I can’t hold back any longer, my eyes open and lock on Zayne’s.
He licks his lips, swollen from our kisses, making my cock jerk. Fuck, he’s so gorgeous it’s hard to look at him, even in the darkness of the theater.
His lips twitch into a shy smile, blazing eyes telling me he really likes what we just did.
So did I. More than what's probably appropriate.
“We should probably watch the movie,” he whispers.
And just like that, my anger for being interrupted is gone.
Letting out a breath, I nod, but I sneak a quick peck on the lips before sitting properly in my seat.
I can see Zayne grinning out of the corner of my eye, his fingers lacing with mine.
Picking our hands up, I kiss the back of his before shooting an unimpressed look at Prudence.
