Page 46 of Bitten By Desire
So now he finally remembered my name? I wanted to ask him if he was apologizing for last night or for ghosting me ten years ago. But I was scared to anger him again.
My eyes met his. And maybe I was imagining it, but I swear I saw a light circle around his irises. Where the white was slightly off. Maybe he really was wearing contacts. To hide who he truly was. I used to dream of his golden eyes. But that wasn’t the only thing that captivated me. It was everything about him that made me gravitate to him. I felt myself leaning closer, remembering how good his lips felt on my skin. I had a feeling I’d know I was next to him even if I was wearing a blindfold.
He drew slightly closer and my throat made a squeaking noise.
“Are you scared of me?” he asked.
“Should I be?”
He lowered his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“Did you see anything in the maze last night?” I knew I was crazy to bring this up. But I couldn’t help it. I needed to know what he was capable of.
“Like what?” he asked.
“Like…body parts? Or someone suspicious?”
“No.” His eyes searched mine. “Did you?”
“No.” I said it too defensively.
“Did you ask your boyfriend these same questions, Emma?”
I swallowed hard. “What exactly are you implying?”
“You seem scared of me. Whenhe’sthe one you should be worried about.”
“Do you even know Bennett?”
“Do you?”
I pressed my lips together. No, I didn’t. Not really. But I didn’t think Callum knew him either. “Are you wearing colored contact lenses?”
He smiled. “And why would I do that?”
“I don’t know. I think your golden eyes are beautiful.”
He didn’t respond to that. He just drew even closer to me.
Wasn’t his silence confession enough? I should have wanted to slap him. Or stab him in the heart with a wooden stake. But I felt my eyes gravitating to his lips again. God, would I ever be able to erase the memory of him from my head? Would I ever stop being drawn to him? Wanting him?
He reached out. For a second I thought he was going to touch the side of my neck. Instead he ran his finger down the strap that held my camera. I looked down. His thumb had stopped on where it was knotted.
“Why don’t you replace this?” he asked.
I could tell he remembered ripping it. I could tell he remembered all of it. He wasn’t asking why I wasn’t replacing some random broken thing. He was asking me why I kept hold of a memory linked to him. “Because it reminds me of one of the best nights of my life.”
His hand fell from the strap. I thought he’d take a step back from me, but he didn’t. “Let me take you out,” he said.
“What?” I’d dreamed of this moment for years. But…not like this. Not when I was worried he had a secret worse than loving one night stands. And he thought I had a boyfriend. No, Bennett and I weren’t technically dating. But Callum didn’t know that.
“To make up for last night. My way of apologizing.”
“I…I can’t.”
“Because of your boyfriend?” He looked very amused by the thought. “Trust me, Emma, he wouldn’t mind sharing you for one evening.”
“Excuse me?” What the hell did he mean by that?
