Page 168 of Ruin My Life
“You just shivered.”
“Not from the cold…” she whispers, nuzzling further into my jacket. “I think… it’s the accent.”
I tilt my head slightly. “Accent?”
“When you speak Spanish.”
She looks at me from over her shoulder, and our eyes lock.
That flicker’s back.
That fire I’d thought might’ve died in her—burning low, but steady.
Alive.
It’s there in the curve of her mouth. In the way she looks at me like she wants to consume me.
My cock responds immediately, pressing against her back.
She feels it—no doubt about that with the way her lip disappears between her teeth.
“Mi acento te pone cachonda, pequeña rosa?”
She turns in my arms slowly, deliberately.
Her smile is dangerous and soft at the same time.
“I only took Spanish until the eighth grade,” she says, “but Idefinitelyknow what ‘cachonda’means.”
I grin. “Of course you remember all the dirty words.”
She laughs, warm and real, but it doesn’t last.
Her gaze lingers on mine a moment longer, those flames in her eyes slowly flickering out.
“I’m sorry, Damon,” she says, barely above a whisper. “For all of it.”
I reach up and take her jaw in my hand, guiding her chin until her eyes meet mine again.
“I’m not.”
She blinks up at me, startled, waiting.
I run my thumb across her cheek, memorizing the shape of her. Her soft skin. Her mesmerizing eyes. The thrum of her pulse against the pad of my finger.
If I could trace her into memory, I would—every inch, every glance, every fragile tremor in her breath.
“You want to know why?” I ask.
She nods, lips parted.
“Because every decision we’ve both made—the lies, the betrayals, the blood—it all led me to you.”
Her eyes well up again, lashes glittering with tears she won’t let fall.
“Bad decisions,” she whispers, shaking her head.
I brush my nose against hers.
