Page 114 of Midnights
I straighten my spine, refusing to let him see how wrecked I already am and how much I want him to keep pulling me into his orbit.
I roll my eyes, “What? What did I do now?”
He gestures to the raging storm around us, and I can't tell if he's genuinely irritated.
“This. This is why you bein’ outside was a bad idea.”
I blink at him.What?“Are you serious right now?”
I take a step back into the storm, the rain soaking through me in seconds. The cold bites, but the jolt is exhilarating.
His brows furrow. “What the hell are ye doin’ now?”
I grin, holding out my arms, while rain drips down my face.
“This doesn’t feel like a bad idea at all.”
Tilting my head back, I close my eyes and let the storm consume me.
"If anything, it's probably the best idea I've had all week." I shout. “I can’t think of a better place to be than right here, in the middle of a thunderstorm.”
I put my hands back in my pockets and hold the stones. I can feel that same faint buzz, pulsing against my fingertips.
When I open my eyes I find Kane watching me. His gaze, as always, is unreadable. A sliver of embarrassment flickers through me, thinking I’ve said too much, or let him see too much of me.
I shake it off, schooling my features back into playful confidence. Because, you know what? I really don't care.
“Never mind,” I mutter.
His eyes flicker with confusion, but it's gone in an instant, but it still makes my chest tighten.
“Come out here!”
He stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. Then he sighs, stepping forward looking like a man walking into battle, not the rain.
“I’m wet enough, thank you,” he grumbles, but there’s amusement laced through his words.
Even soaked to the bone, he moves with purpose and control. Just when I thought he couldn't get any hotter…
“Don’t be a baby, Kane.” I tease.
The way his shirt clings to him leaves nothing to the imagination. He moves with that same lethal grace, like even the storm bends for him.
He towers over me, and I'm close enough to see the droplets of water sliding down his face, catching his lashes. “What for?”
“Because I want to stand out here longer,” I grin up at him. “And I don't want to get struck by lightning!”
He blinks, looking confused. “What?”
I take a slow step closer, daring him to back up. “You’re practically a leprechaun, which means you’re lucky! And I don’t want to get struck by lightning.”
His entire body goes still.
The look he gives me is priceless. Like he’s genuinely debating whether I’ve officially lost my mind or if I’ve just confirmed all his suspicions about me.
Then, to my absolute surprise, he bursts out laughing. Like I just shook something loose inside him.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him laugh like this. And it’s completely devastating. How is that even possible?
