Page 38 of Infernal Secrets

Inhaling deeply through her nose, she slid her fingers into my hair.

I melted with a sigh, eyes rolling back. Her touch hit like a drug straight into my nervous system.

She stiffened.

Her fingers moved over the back of my head, then slid around to map my face like a blind woman. Her features tightened. She squinted one eye open to look at me.

“You’re not Max.”

I swallowed. “No?”

Nothing about her house suggested a man lived here, but perhaps Max didn’t live with her and she expected him over. Maybe Max wasn’t male, or he liked her feminine touches.

Ezra would lose it if another human found out about us.

She blinked a few times, lowering her hand once fully awake. “I must be dreaming.”

We were close enough that I saw flecks of indigo in her storm-cloud eyes.

“Nope. You’re awake. Did you dream of me last night?”

I doubted it, but I wanted to ease her discomfort by lightening the mood. Given my attraction to her, I believed I’d sense if I appeared in her dreams.

Ignoring my teasing question, she said, “Wait. I’m awake?”

Strange question to ask.

“Yes. Why would you think you’re asleep? We’re talking.”

“Because I’m not freaking out that you’re in bed with me. I must be hallucinating.” She paused, then shifted her gaze to me. “By the way, what are you doing in my bed?”

Her sudden shift in focus reminded me of my own jumps from one topic to the next, which usually confused people.

“You pulled me down here.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

I looked down at our entangled feet on top of the comforter. I raised an eyebrow. “Sure about that?”

She jerked away from me, sliding across the bed.

I couldn’t understand why the movement made my stomach hurt, but a wave of nausea followed it. When she stayed in bed, I didn’t move, waiting her out. What would she do?

“What are you doing in my bedroom?”

“I wanted to check on you.”

“If I’m asleep, I’m obviously fine.”

“I heard differently.”

She looked away, staring across the room.

“Wanna tell me about her?”

“Huh?” Her eyes met mine. She didn’t pretend not to know who I meant. “Why would I do that?”

“She’s clearly important to you.”