Page 67 of Fate's Sweetest Curse
“He was a smug ass about it.”
They hadn’t mentioned that part of their story. “That makes me love Idris even more,” I quipped, touching my shoulder. The skin was hot and stretched with swelling from Oderin’s strike.
“You ought to ice that when you get back to your dorm.”
“I will,” I promised.
“So, what about you?” Oderin asked, leaning back on his hands and lifting his chest, stretching his pecs.
“What about me?”
“Do you have a special someone in your life?”
I pressed my lips together, wondering how much to say.
“Youdo,” Oderin intuited immediately. “Tell me about them.”
“What do you want to know about him?”
“What is he like?”
I rolled my wrists, thinking. “He’s thoughtful and loyal. Funny, once you break through his more serious exterior. And he’s always trying to do the right thing. His actions speak louder than his words, and—” I broke off, hearing what I’d just said.
I know I should just leave you alone, but…
But his actions had said something else entirely, hadn’t they?
“Youreallycare for him, don’t you?” Oderin teased.
I bit my lips together,knowingI was blushing. Rather than answering, I pulled one arm across my chest, then the other, stretching my shoulder muscles—and wincing at the new bruise.
“What of his appearance?” Oderin asked. “At least paint me a picture.”
I rolled my eyes again, but gave in. “He’s tall with dark features. Muscular, but lean.”
Oderin appeared wrapt. “What of his jawline?”
“Sharp.”
“Eyes?”
“Greener than you’ve ever seen.”
“Mmm,” Oderin grunted appreciatively. “You have good taste.”
“Iama taste magician.”
Oderin laughed heartily, then grew theatrically serious. “So, is he yours, or have you not claimed him yet?”
“Not mine,” I said, not bothering to hide my woe.
“Don’t tell me it’s unrequited.”
“I thought it was,” I admitted, “but now I’m not so sure.”
“So, there’s hope?”
“I don’t know about that,” I hedged.
