DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

Sweet because I spent every waking hour with Maddox.
Torture because I spent every waking hour with
Maddox.
Dancing… touching… breathing so close to each other’s
lips… but reminding myself to pull away.
I refused to acknowledge what I was feeling. It was
forbidden.
Or maybe I didn’t really comprehend my own wayward
emotions.
Why does my body react the way it does when Maddox is
close?
Why does my heart hurt… when he’s hurt?
Why does my stomach flutter when he’s touching me?
We were friends, weren’t we?
Being anything more than friends could risk what we
had for the last three years and whatever we had was
beautiful the way it was.
“Lila?”
His voice, a deep timbre that traveled down through my
body and all the way to my toes, snapped me back into the
present.
“You just stepped on my toes,” he mumbled, his breath
against the tip of my earlobe.
I quickly apologized and went back into the position I
was supposed to be in.
Our eyes locked, and I moved my hips against his. He
followed my movement, and his grip tightened on my waist,
his fingers almost digging into my flesh, and it didn’t seem
like he noticed.
Our height difference had the curve of my ass right at
his groin, and my eyes fluttered close, my cheeks flushing
in embarrassment and… something else.
Maddox made a sound at the back of his throat, and I
looked at him through the mirror. His face hardened, and
his eyes grew darker, his pupils dilating.