Page 63 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance
wanted to save you.”
“Save me or ruin me?” Cassia couldn’t believe she’d just
said that. There wasn’t anything mean or sinister about
Adalynn. She seemed like a good person. It was something
about the way she was looking at her, her eyes such a dark
gray that they weren’t blue or black or purple, but some color
beyond all of them. “Or possess me?”
Adalynn studied her hard and Cassia felt herself drowning
in those dark eyes, falling into them like they were a midnight
sea beckoning her with its cool waters after a scorching day.
Cassia swallowed thickly. Her fingers edged around the tiny
bottle of wine she hadn’t touched, holding onto it, curling into
the glass until her knuckles turned white. She finally dared to
look up again, straight at Adalynn’s lush, inviting lips.
Adalynn was the kind of person that made even looking into
the night seem bright, like there was a full moon out, bathing
the world in silver, a light that made it impossible to hide. A
moon that captivated with a pull so strong one couldn’t help
but be lured into its beams, to want to dance and live.
“Will you kiss me now?” Cassia didn’t know what she’d do
if she’d missed her chance. If that moonlight was ripped away
from her and she was no longer allowed to luxuriate in it.
Adalynn’s lips curled softly at the corners. That smile made
Adalynn’s already beautiful face so breathtaking that it was all
Cassia could do to suck in a breath. The atmosphere shifted,
the desire curling through the room like the pungent aroma of
freshly brewed coffee, sharp and invigorating. Adalynn stood
slowly, every muscle in her body shifting and humming below
her clothing. When she reached out, Cassia stood on legs that
were numb and watery. She took the slender, graceful hand,
