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“What do you want, Gwen?” he whispered.
I stared at his chest, breathing hard, heart beating
a frantic rhythm. “I want to touch you. And I don’t want you to stop me.”
He hesitated, but when I ran my fingers over
the criss-cross pattern of raised white scars that slashed across his
ribs, he didn’t stop me.
“Are these from when you were alive?”
He tensed, but allowed me
to keep exploring him.
“Yes.”
I looked up. “Why did you keep them?”
His eyes searched mine. A muscle in his jaw flexed.
“So I would never forget how I got them, why I’m here...what I
lost.”
“They’re beautiful,” I whispered.
He closed his eyes and exhaled harshly. He was
struggling, fighting some internal battle to give me this, to accept joy in
return.
I resisted the sudden, overwhelming urge to close
the space between us, to press my lips to his. Something so simple, and yet it
felt bigger than the two of us put together. That should have scared me. If I
gave in to such urges, I could be cast out, stripped of everything that made me
my father’s daughter. But it didn’t scare me. It exhilarated me. In the
back of my mind I could hear Sky’s warning.
Aren’t you tempted? Gwen, what if you fall?
I was. I wanted it with every fiber of this body.
Every part of me felt jittery with want and anticipation. The sweet, addictive
desire rolling off him told me he wanted it, too. Easton reached up and touched
my chin, his fingers like a magnet drawing me in.
“I’m about to kiss you, Red,” he said, voice rough.
“You should probably stop me.”
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