So, I face him, slowly shifting my body on the bench, and he finally does the same, almost as if he’s afraid to look at me.
I can’t really blame him for that but something inside me snapped, that band of resistance finally broke, and the only thing I can think is that it’s now or never. My normal fight or flight has turned into do or die, and if I don’t act, I’ll regret not knowing what it was like, for just one second, to be loved by Lucius De la Grange.
Lucky is searching my eyes, trying to figure out what’s going on in my mind, waiting on bated breath to see what I’m going to do. His dark chestnut brows furrow and he starts popping his knuckles, a nervous tell that he obviously hasn’t learned to hide, and I slowly raise my hand toward his face, reaching for that gorgeous scar.
His eyes dart to my fingers, but he doesn’t flinch or pull away, simply watches intently while he visibly holds his breath. I trace the path slowly, starting at the place it ends just below hisearlobe then run along the length of his strong jawline to stop where it begins.
When the hoop was ripped from his thick lower lip it created a smallvthat acts like an arrow pointing down into the highest point of the exploding-star shaped scar. The angry deep pink is beautiful, even if the reason he has it is ugly.
I’m the reason,but it doesn’t stop me, not right now as my fingers linger there, and I bring my left hand up to cup his other cheek.
I have lost my damn mind.
At least that’s the last thing that runs through it as I bring his face down to mine and kiss his scar softly, my fingers moving to the back of his head before sliding up to tangle in his hair. I look into his eyes briefly as I put space between us, his eyes that are all but bugging out of his head as I kiss him again, this time pressing my lips against his as I pull him closer.
I feel his body shift, feel Lucky turn to face me fully as he kisses me back, those perfect lips soft and delicious as they tentatively move against my own.
My heart is going to fucking explode.
If I’d have known this was what it was like to kiss Lucky, I would have insisted we start doing it the second I met him, and as often as humanly possible thereafter.
His hands move from his lap to my hips, tugging me closer, his left sliding up my arm and around to the back of my neck where he grips tightly and tilts so he can deepen the kiss.
Which I absolutely did not expect and don’t have time to enjoy because his right hand moves up my side and I wince immediately, breaking our kiss as I do.
“What happened? What’s wrong? What did I do?” Lucky asks as he lets go of me and slides backwards on the bench.
I shake my head and look away. “Nothing. You did nothing wrong. It’s me, I’m sorry.” My hand instinctively covers mymidsection as my guts twist. “It’s just… no one has ever touched my scars before.”
And now he looks horrified.
Not that I blame him.
It’s ridiculous to think he’d still want me when I look like Frankenstein’s monster, and I just screwed up our friendship by pulling a stupid stunt like kissing him.
So fucking selfish and way too goddamn soon.
Turning away, I put as much distance between us as possible without falling off the piano bench, completely incapable of looking at the expression on his face, my heart breaking a little more over this whole shitshow.
“Did I hurt you?” Lucky asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“No. They don’t hurt anymore.” I can’t even look at him, and now I feel like I’m going to cry.Fucking awesome.
“You’re sure?”
I just nod.
“Leo, look at me.”
I can’t.
I can’t look at him and see all those things I don’t want to see on his gorgeous face. Disgust, pity, regret. I can’t do it, so I close my eyes tightly and try to erase the single best moment of my entire life. The moment I knew what it would have been like to be loved by someone who loves me unconditionally.
Because everything comes with conditions. Even perfect men who are sexy as fuck and play beautiful music.
But then his fingers are on my cheek, gently guiding me back to him. “S’il vous plait me regardent.”
God, why did he have to ask in French?
