Page 11 of Untamed
“You fuck him?” I ask boldly.
“How’s that any of your business?” She tucks wet strands of her hair behind her ear. And then she turns in the seat to face me and says, “You jealous?”
Yes!
I shrug.
“Why’d you ask then?”
There’s a spark of mischievousness in her eyes I can’t ignore. It makes my smile widen. “Curious if you’re involved with someone or not.”
“Why does that matter?” I notice how her chest rises and falls with her shallow breathing. I’m getting to her.
I lean forward and lower my voice. “Can I tell you something?”
“What?” Her lips stay parted just slightly and she stares at me with curiosity.
“It’d be a shame if you were, you know, fucking him,” I tell her.
Her lips curl into a reluctant smile, her cheeks blooming into a nervous pink. “Why’s that?”
“I think you know why.” I wait for her light green eyes to reach mine. “Don’t you?”
Anticipation for her next choice of words fills the space between us. She’s silent for a beat longer than I’d like. “I’m not fucking him,” she admits, leaning in. Our shoulders brush. “Or anyone else at the moment, Grayer Easton.”
Hmmm. She knows me. Interesting. I think I like that she knows who I am.
