Was Deirdre Right About Me Purposely Wanting

My Nails Dug Into His Back, And He Trailed His Lips Down The Edge Of My Chin, Down The Center Of My Neck. He Kept Going Until He Reached The Bottom Of The Dress’s V-neck. I Let Out A Small Gasp, And He Kissed All Around The Neckline, Just Enough To Tease.

He’d Moved Toward Me Again. His Hands Released Mine And Moved To My Waist, And I Noticed I Wasn’t The Only One Breathing Heavily. He Pulled Me To Him, Bringing Our Bodies Together. The World Was All Heat And Electricity, Thick With Tension That Was Only One Spark Away From Exploding Around Us. I Was Balancing On Another Precipice, Which Wasn’t Easy To Do In Heels. I Wrapped My Arms Around His Neck, And This Time I Was The One Who Drew Him Closer.

I Know How You Guys Feel About Us. I'm Not Stupid, And Believe Me, I've Tried To Get You Out Of My Head. But There Isn't Enough Liquor Or Art Or Any Other Distraction In The World To Do It. I Had To Stop Going To Wolfe's Because It Was Too Hard Being That Close To You, Even If It Was All Just Pretend Fighting. I Couldn't Stand The Touching. It Was Agonizing Because It Meant Something To Me－and I Knew It Meant Nothing To You. I Kept Telling Myself To Stay Away Altogether, And Then I'd Find Excuses… Like The Car… Anything To Be Around You Again.

Thanks For Looking Out For Her, Sage. You're Okay. For A Human." I Almost Laughed. "thanks." "you Can Say It Too, You Know." I Walked Over To Latte And Paused. "say What?" "that I'm Okay...for A Vampire," He Explained. I Shook My Head, Still Smiling. "you'll Have A Hard Time Getting Any Alchemist To Admit That. But I Can Say You're Okay For An Irreverent Party Boy With Occasional Moments Of Brilliance." "brilliant? You Think I'm Brilliant?" He Threw His Hands Skyward. "you Hear That, World? Sage Says I'm Brilliant.

Adrian Suddenly Glanced Up At Me. Our Gazes Locked, And I Felt Like He Could Read My Mind. How Often Did He Think About That Kiss? And If He Really Was Crazy About Me, Did He Imagine More Than Just Kissing? Did He Fantasize About Me? What Kinds Of Things Did He Think About? His Lips On My Neck? His Hand On My Leg? And Was That Leg Bare . . . ?