Page 4 of Unhinged Magic
Not from him, anyway.
Wow, what a dick. I didn’t like this new version of him.
Not at all.
Wesley
Whenherblue-greeneyesconnected with mine, it penetratedwalls.
I inched closer until barely an arm’s length separated us, my heart threatening to punch its fist through my ribcage.
Skye. Was. Here.
Her stare widened into two shockingly beautiful pools of turquoise, mixed with what I would normally consider a calming green.
But this green was anything but calm.
My heart stammered. My insides twisted.
“Are you going to say something?” I asked, well aware I was being an asshole.
But. She. Left.
Skye backed away, unblinking.
She stared at me like I held an axe in my hand, ready to slaughter her. If only she knew how much her glare was like an axe to my heart.
I ran my hand over my thigh, trying to figure out my next move. My brows dipped in annoyance.
Time stood still. I didn’t know how to act. What to say.
I was surprised she hadn’t left the party already at my rudeness. But I had every right to act this way.
Her disgruntled stare cut through me as sheattemptedto stand her ground, her mousy brown hair tousled over one shoulder, eyes ablaze. I hadn’t seen her walk into Ty’s man cave-turned-basement in the house we shared, but the moment I did, recognition dawned on me instantly.
Skye.
My best friend’ssister.
I tried to drag my mind from the gutter it threatened to settle in, but as my gaze ventured south to the place where her top didn’t quite meet her tights, the slice of skin between raised a predatory rumble through me.
Perfect breasts pushed from her white, cropped tee, just enough to fill a hand, and I imagined them soft in my palms, my thumb grazing her nipple. She looked as good as peaches and cream on a sunny day.
Mate.
The word tore through my insides like it was fighting for release. I had to call on every ounce of my restraint to contain myself, knowing if we hadn’t been in a room with my friend who was also herbrother, things would have gone differently.
Fuck.
This was the girl I’d spent the first fifteen years of my life with; but, as she stared me down like I had already fucked up somehow, I couldn’t help but think of how much we had to work through.
I’d ventured outside, caution slowing my steps. Because I’d loved Skye my entire life.
Turns out admitting your feelings for someone is really fucking hard, and it doesn’t always go to plan. Because what I thoughtmighthappen and whatdidwere worlds apart.
She fuckingleft.
No goodbye. No explanation.
