Yet dawn was quick approaching, peeking just slightly over the hills of the valley beyond. Soon the city would light up with a gorgeous glitter of white buildings welcoming The West Isle sun to warm the city’s heart.
This was my favorite hour. When the darkness of the night melted into the brightness of day. Surrendering their differences in a stunning colorful array of possibilities.
“This better be worth it.” Remnant huffed next to me.
She had cursed herself all the way up the ladder. At me, at herself, at the goddess, and even the death god himself.
My lip lifted amusedly and I turned to her before sputtering in shock.“What is that?”
My arms floundered idiotically at my half naked soulmate’s attire. Scraps of black fabric covered her breasts and even smaller black shorts hugged her firm ass like second skin. Creamy pale skin was being kissed by the night, her abdominals bare and flexing as she pulled one arm across her chest to stretch. My eyes danced along the scrolling swirls of ink once again, admiring the tone in the arms that wielded a blade with ease and killed with them even easier.
For goddess sake! If I was struggling before when she was fully clothed in layers then I was damn near exploding looking at her now.
She quirked an eyebrow at me, pulling her hair back in a high ponytail, highlighting the elegant profile of her heart shaped face. “What is wrong with you, shifter? You invited me to go on a run. These are my running clothes.” She bent at the waist and stretched to touch her bare wiggling toes. My gaze shot straight to her ass saluting the sky.
I turned away from her swearing under my breath.
I heard her tiny bare feet pad against the wooden deck running in place. “So where are we running? There isn’t exactly enough room up here.”
There was room enough to fuck though my mind whispered. “You up for a wager?” I said instead.
“First an alliance now a wager?”
I smiled at the horizon, she didn’t hide the curiosity in her voice well enough. “Yes, a wager.”
“Depends on if you’ll tell me the details this time. What is the task and what are we wagering?”
“A kiss.” I was a depraved mess.
“And to think you do it all by yourself, fairy boy.”The cat snickered.
She blew out a harsh breath. “A kiss…”
I held mine. “Yes, a kiss. If I win you owe me a kiss. If you win then…” I shrugged, “you get to decide if you want to kiss me or not.”
She snorted. “That is the worst wager I have ever heard.”
I barked out a laugh still looking straight out at the slow rising sun. “You're right. Name your terms then.”
“Pastries.”
I looked down at her with amused shock but had to immediately pull my gaze back. Staring straight into her exposed cleavage would not assist me right the fuck now.
“Pastries?” I croaked.
I could hear the soft brush of her tongue gliding over her plush lips.Fuck…me.
“Yes, pastries, I saw the most amazing bakery when I came through the city yesterday. I want to go there.”
I chuckled to hide the shiver her desire for pastries sent through me. “Done.”
“Excellent. You win, I kiss you. I win, I get pastries.” Remnant bounced side to side, turning towards the horizon. “Now how do I win?”
I leaned down and pointed along the rooftops. “Werun on the roofs.”
A smile spread across her face surveying the city. Excitement blazing in her emerald green eyes.
I chuckled. “So eager to kiss me then?” I teased.
