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His lips
are at my ear when he speaks. “We’re here, by the way.”
He’s breathing harder now than when he was running for his
life. I feel his heart pounding against my ribs. His words are
a broken whisper. “Maybe we should go inside. It’s safer.”
But he doesn’t move.
I almost don’t understand what he’s talking about. I just
nod, my head bobbing on my neck, until I remember he
can’t see me. I try to remember how to speak, but I’m too
focused on the fingers he’s running down my thighs to form
sentences. There’s something about the absolute darkness,
about not being able to see what’s happening that makes
me drunk with a delicious dizziness. “Yes,” is all I manage.
He helps me back up to a seated position, leans his
forehead against mine. “I’m sorry,” he says. “It’s so hard for
me to stop myself.” His voice is dangerously husky; his
words tingle on my skin.
I allow my hands to slip up under his shirt and feel him
stiffen, swallow. I trace the perfectly sculpted lines of his
body. He’s nothing but lean muscle. “You don’t have to,” I
tell him.
His heart is racing so fast I can’t distinguish it from my
own. It’s 5,000 degrees in the air between us. His fingers
are at the dip right below my hip bone, teasing the small
piece of fabric keeping me halfway decent. “Juliette . . .”
“Adam?”
My neck snaps up in surprise. Fear. Anxiety. Adam stops
moving, frozen in front of me. I’m not sure he’s breathing. I
look around but can’t find a face to match the voice that
called his name and begin to panic before Adam is
slamming open the door, flying out before I hear it again.
“Adam . . . is that you?”
It’s a boy.
“James!”
The muffled sound of impact, 2 bodies colliding, 2 voices
too happy to be dangerous.