Page 115 of Stolen Kiss

Emilia

I lookedinto the body-length mirror hung behind the bathroom door of Evelyn’s master bathroom.

I was wearing a little black strapless dress that made my figure look more curvy and prominent than it really was. It showcased my leg in the best way possible. I had left my dark blond hair down and curled, and applied my makeup on the heavy side. Though I wouldn’t exactly call myself a beauty guru by any means, I had mastered the smoky-eye look, and my red lipstick was on point, so I thought I looked good. I felt fun and flirty. This was something I hadn’t done in a very long time—hell, I couldn’t even remember the last time I had been out for the night.

And I had been the one to tell Evelyn she needed to do more fun things and not be cooped up in her house all the time. I should have followed my own advice.

Which was what we were doing tonight. We were all going out to a bar to enjoy being adults for a while, even if it was just for one night.

I was looking forward to it.

Evelyn walked over to me, in a red dress similar to my own, only it wasn’t strapless; thin spaghetti straps hung delicately over her shoulders. She was also pairing it with a black cropped cardigan sweater.

Her dark bob was curled only slightly, giving off an illusion of volume, and I had done her makeup. I was totally patting myself on the back when I said my sister looked hot tonight.

Gone was the girl-next-door beauty that I was sure had captivated her husband from day one, and in her place was someone edgier.

Then she smiled at me through the reflection, and despite all the makeup, her softness shone through. I couldn’t help but smile back.

Of the two of us, Evelyn was definitely more conservative, but then I had spent the majority of my life in the limelight. I didn’t shy away from attention, unlike my reserved sister.

But she looked beautiful tonight, and red was definitely her color.

“You look beautiful, brat,” she said, her eyes moving down to the short hem of my dress. Like this, you could see my prosthesis in its entirety. I hadn’t worn any short clothing that showed my legs in three long years.

This was a first for me, and I wasn’t freaking out or feeling self-conscious like I thought I would.

I was actually feeling good, despite the uncertainty between Jensen and me. We hadn’t found the chance to talk. I woke up this morning wrapped tightly in his arms, and though I was an early riser by nature, Jensen still rose much earlier than me. Had to, considering Elodie always woke up around five in the morning every day without fail.

“Thanks,” I said. “So do you. Jace is going to lose his shit when he catches sight of you in that.”

She grinned, twirling around playfully. “Yeah? Good.” I laughed and her smile widened. “Jensen will, too, you know. When he sees you.”

Fuck, I hoped so.

I hoped to make Jensen so delirious with lust tonight, there would be no way for him to turn me down for sex anymore.

I was tired of this stupid little funk we’d been in, and it was all Jensen’s fault. I didn’t know what his deal was, but I wasn’t one to hesitate when it came to confrontation.

Yet, I was hesitating when it came to confronting him. And I didn’t like it one bit.

“Let's go downstairs. I bet the men are ready.”

I nodded and let her grab my hands. The three little kids were being watched tonight by Jensen’s mom and Jerry, Elliot’s driver/bodyguard. Jensen wouldn’t have to pick Elodie up until tomorrow morning, which meant I had all night to drive him crazy.

Perfect.

We walked downstairs, my eyes moving to Jensen and staying.

Fuck, he looked hot.

Dressed in a black T-shirt under a black leather jacket, dark jeans, and black boots, he looked like a cover model from GQ. The clothes were simple enough—casual, even. Only, they didn’t look casual on him. They looked expensive and refined.

He wore the clothes well, and his dark hair was an expertly messy array on top of his head. He’d gotten a haircut recently, the sides cut closer to the sides than usual, and he had left his beard.

My fingers twitched to run my palms over his jaw, to pull him down for a searing kiss, to just devour him whole.

A primal urge came on for me to claim this man as my own, and make sure everyone within a five-mile radius of us knew it, too.

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