Twisted-Games

in my fucking soul.
His confession from the parking lot echoed in my head. We hadn’t talked
about that night since, but maybe we didn’t need words.
Rhys’s eyes dipped to my breasts. I followed his gaze and noticed for the
first time just how thin my blouse was. I wore a lace bra, but my nipples were
so hard they showed clearly through the two layers of flimsy material.
I should leave, but Rhys’s molten gaze pinned me in place, erasing my
earlier chill and leaving a deep, fiery ache in its wake.
“You know what you said earlier? About how we always end up where
we’re meant to be?” He grazed his hand over the side of my neck, and my
heart thudded so hard against my ribcage I half expected it to leap out of my
chest and into his arms.
I couldn’t bring myself to speak, but I managed a small nod.
The heaviness of the air caressed me like a bold lover’s touch, and I
knew, deep in my gut, I stood on a dangerous precipice. The slightest
movement from me, and I would fall.
The question was whether I wanted to save myself, or if the pleasure
would be worth the eventual pain.
“Perhaps...” Rhys’s touch skimmed down my neck and over the curve of
my shoulder. I shivered, my skin blossoming with a thousand more
goosebumps. “I was always meant to find my way to you.”
Oh, God.
Every ounce of oxygen disappeared from my lungs.
“You should go into your room, princess.” His voice was full of gravel,
dark and rough. “Go into your room and lock the door.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to.”
Whatever was happening, it was different from Costa Rica. We didn’t
have a bucket list or excuses to fall back on. It was just him and me, making a
choice that had been a long time coming.
Rhys groaned, and with that one sound, I knew he’d made his choice.
Breathe. Even when there was no oxygen, no air, nothing but him.
Breathe.
He dipped his head, but instead of kissing my mouth, he kissed the
hollow of my throat. It was so soft it was more a whisper of breath than a
kiss, but it was enough to make my knees weaken.
I was a lightning rod, and Rhys was the strike that lit me up from the
inside out.