sâmbătă, 17 martie 2012

Obsidian/Daemon POV.

“We got lucky then.” She glanced down, brows knitting and when those lashes lifted, I had to force myself to keep breathing normally. There was a quality to those gray eyes—a glimmer that sucked me right in. “It rains here like it does in Florida.”
I nudged her knee with mine. “I think you may be stuck with me for a few more minutes.” Really, that was a stupid excuse for not leaving. I needed something better—no, what I needed was to leave. Get up and leave, but then she spoke again.
“I’m sure I look like a drowned cat.”
I’d almost prefer the drowned cat. “You look fine. The wet look works for you.”
She scowled. “Now I know you’re lying.”
I was a lot of things. A liar wasn’t one of them. And apparently, I was also unpredictable, so much so that I had no idea what I was doing until I shifted and wrapped my fingers around her chin, tilting her head toward me.
“I wouldn’t lie about what I thought,” I said.
Kat blinked slowly and my gaze dropped to her lips again. I really, really needed to stop looking at her lips. Muscles tightened at the thought of tasting them. She’d probably clock me in the face and the lay into me with that razor sharp tongue of her.
I leaned forward. “I think I understand now.”
“Understand what?” she whispered.
My unwilling fascination with her—I got it.

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