I was so caught up in studying him as well as pressing my fingers into his muscular flesh, that I wasn’t ready for the intimacy when his eyes suddenly popped open.
I’d never been this close to him as I looked into his eyes, so it was a surprise to see all the striations of color in what I thought were just normal green eyes.
But they weren’t just a normal color green.
They were a little bit of brown, and a little bit of blue.
The colors were boring on their own, but together they were extraordinary.
I was so caught up in what his eyes looked like that I hadn’t realized I was leaning in until he jolted me out of my inner thoughts.
“Does your hair dry straight?” he wondered.
I snorted. “My hair dries into this humid, massive mess that might or might not look good after I tame it with a brush.”
He licked his lips, then slowly dropped his hands from my hips.
I felt like I’d lost a part of myself when he stepped backward, putting distance between us.
“I don’t think I can help,” he murmured softly.
I swallowed hard. “That’s okay. I don’t need help. I’m fully capable of cooking sub-par tacos all on my own.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up into a small smile, obviously still in pain.
But there was something in his eyes as he watched me cook dinner that made me feel like there was something brewing underneath the surface, and I had no clue what kind of monster I’d unleashed.
CHAPTER 14
I say fuck so much, I forget that people actually get offended by it.
-Bruno to Belle
BRUNO
“Give me the kid.”
The man with the dingy yellowing teeth smiled, revealing a piece of black between his front two teeth.
I wanted to knock that piece out with my fist.
“Who are you, anyway?” he asked, chewing on his gum so loudly that I wondered if he realized just how fuckin’ annoying he was.
There was no way he knew.
Otherwise he’d be grinning like an asshole, knowing that he was getting to me.
I didn’t react.
To anything.
Even pieces of shit like this who drove around with children in a panel van.
I hadn’t set out to rescue any kids today.
In fact, I’d been so lost in my own head that I hadn’t realized that anything was up with the van I’d been following at a long distance until I’d stopped with him to get gas.
The driver, the asshole I was currently talking to, kept looking over at me warily.