She silenced as we walked through prairie grass. It was reaching up to our knees at this point. “You’re full of shit.”
“And I’m sure you’re about to tell me about it.” I used my cell to push some grass away. “Less talking. More moving.”
“You know what? I am going to tell you about it.”
I lifted my eyes but did smile. I really liked bugging this girl, getting under her skin. I turned around. “Give it to me.”
She frowned. “You put off this big dick energy.” I started to bow for the compliment, but she shoved me. Laughing, I stumbled back. She growled. “But you’re full of it. I know you are.”
“You do?” I cuffed my arms, and she nodded.
“I know for a fact you got Bru on that football team. A permanent spot, and you wouldn’t have done that unless he could play.”
“He can play.” And I had no problem admitting that. “So what?”
“So you care,” she ground out. “You may act like you don’t. That you’re just some vapid dark prince who has no soul.”
“Dark prince, huh?” I danced my eyebrows. “Be careful, Noa Sloane. You might be accidentally complimenting me.”
“I’m not.” Her face hardened. “Because behind that dark prince is just some little boy who’s completely scared of his feelings.” She homed in. “Even though they all show all over his face and in everything he does. You do care. You care about my brother. I’ve seen your friendship. I see how you treat him.”
I eyed her, letting her talk but merely out of curiosity now.
She got in my face. “And you wouldn’t be out here helping if you weren’t his friend. Then there’s what you did for me.”
“And what’s that exactly?”
She chewed the inside of her cheek. “There’ve been things. Little things I’ve noticed.”
I noticed she didn’t delve into those. Was it possible the little fighter was scared of some feelings too?
You sure are.
Her throat moved. “You wouldn’t do any of that stuff if you didn’t care. If you had no soul—”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I got in her face. “My soul died. Just this week actually, so congratulations. You have your dark fucking prince.”
I had nothing to lose anymore, no more sins to leave out on the table. I’d done the worst thing a person could possibly do.
And I’d do it again.
She scanned my eyes and didn’t fight me despite the fact I had her arm. I must have grabbed it when I got in her face.
“You’re a bad liar, Dorian Prinze,” she said, smelling too sweet this close. She wet her lips. “And what have you done?”
I didn’t like how she said that, cautious as if I were that tiny boy she spoke about. Like I was a little kid who needed coddling and protecting. I let go of her, and she grabbed my arm.
“Little fighter,” I warned, her hand coming up my chest. She touched me, my heart fucking pounding into her hand. Her fingers burned through my shirt, and I peeled them off. I dampened my mouth. “Sloane.”
She came closer, timid like she was worried.
But not for herself.
She got right into my space, our energies colliding.
“Do you ever let your guard down?” she asked, turning the tables on me. She frowned. “Or is it just so comfortable there in the dark?”
It was comfortable.