Page 51 of Unhinged Magic
“Well, you certainly kept that quiet.”
“To be honest, it’s all very new.” I couldn’t stop the smile that spread over my face. “Pretty crazy, right?”
“That’s the understatement of the year.” Her gaze softened. A newfound understanding between us. “Your secret is safe with me.”
I smiled and sighed in relief. “Thanks.”
She turned, gathering her black handbag, and slung it over her shoulder. “I’m heading out. Are you going to be okay on your own tonight?”
“I’m fine, you go.” I stood from my stool, making my way with my shot glass to the dishwasher, and placing it inside.
Scar’s arms wrapped around my shoulders, stifling my movements before releasing me just as quickly. “Don’t wait up for me.” She turned, heading for the front door. “And see if you can track down that death notice,” she said before she closed it behind her.
Making my way up the wooden stairwell, the floorboards creaked with every footstep. Pushing open the door to my bedroom, air pulled into my lungs in a hurried gasp.
“Wes!” My hand clung to my chest, déjà vu hitting me as I eyed him leaning against my drawers, looking so insanely attractive in a pair of faded jeans and grey top. “You scared me!”
His hair seemed more disheveled than usual, the faintest of dark shadows under his eyes hinting at a lack of sleep. They glistened as they travelled the length of me, the pull between us different now, in the most decadent of ways.
“Caring and sweet?” he said, mocking my tone from earlier.
Embarrassment burned my cheeks. “You were listening?”
“Great in the sack…” he continued, his lips pulling into a grin.
I pointed a finger in his direction. “That was notmewho said that,” I argued, trying my hardest to hide my smile but failing miserably.
He smirked and gods, how I loved the way he lit up when he did that. His thumb rubbed over his bottom lip, a devilish grin spreading over his face. “Freak. In. The. Sheets.” He sounded the words slowly, each one hitting its mark deep inside me.
Oh shit. I gulped in a wad of air as he moved unhurriedly toward me, one foot in front of the other. “You were never supposed to hear that, and again, it didn’t come from me,” I argued.
He shook his head, a low chuckle. “You girls...”
Butterflies danced in my stomach as he came closer, my devastatingly gorgeous sensor magein my room.
It was different this time. I had been expecting him. I wanted him here.
Wesley’s head tilted to the side, a quick glance at the ominous chair still empty in the corner of my room. “Are you expecting company?”
My head shook. “Landon wouldn’t come on a night like tonight.”
Closing the space between us, his arms slid around my waist. “And how sure are you of that, exactly?”
His warmth engulfed me as he pulled me close, and I slid my hands up the length of his arms, resting them on his shoulders.
“Very sure. He comes when the nights are still.”
As if trying to convince him, a gust of wind hit the house, causing it to creak and moan. A layer of ocean spray stuck to the window, its salty layer hiding us from the outside world.
He ran a thumb over my jaw, his gaze gripping mine and holding tight. “We’re on our own tonight?” His gaze dropped to my lips, and I instinctively licked my own.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He slid his free hand into my hair, a cautious, tentative caress. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”
The honesty in his eyes came straight from his soul, like an open wound baring its flesh to me, raw and untouched.
“You were made for me, Skip. I think somewhere inside of me, I’ve known it my entire life.”
