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Should you attempt to touch wild animals under the ocean? No ladies and gents. Leave the wild animals alone.
If she wished to understand him, then he would let her make that choice. But he found he desperately wanted her to choose… him.
The world didn’t need to know what was between her legs to respect her.
Those thoughts were a little too serious for him, so he tossed them away and swam out of the building to find the seed pods that foamed up.
His gaze flicked down to hers. “What are you thinking?” “Nothing important.” “Looks important.” “You’re a lot more tolerable with your mouth shut.”
“A lot of people have said that to me. But you know what I always say?” “No, I honestly don’t care to hear it, either.”
cheeks. Just barely visible, like little lavender paint flecks. “You’d miss me if I shut up.” “I really don’t think I would.”
But she had a face like the shape of the moon. Her cheeks were so soft looking, with a smattering of freckles and the rosy hues of a blush. And when she slid those glasses back in place, focusing on him where he waited for her to look at him, he felt like all the breath in his lungs was stolen.
Really, he just wanted to touch her. It seemed like it would be pleasant.
He was coming to realize that his achromo was not a morning person. Which, unfortunately for her, he was. Maketes loved the morning and the adventure of a day left unplanned.
She’d never been, but he was certain her scent was what it was to smell sunshine.
“A true warrior knows when to let go of the losses and celebrate the victories,”
She hadn’t wanted to be friends then and admitting it to herself now was hard enough. She’d never say these words out loud. Because he wanted to be friends. Just like everyone else always wanted to be friends with her.
She wasn’t a monster fucker. She wasn’t one of those women who fell to the evil attentions of creatures that were never meant to mate with humans. She was not an animal. And it was wrong to look at him as anything more than that.
“Oh, Ace. This is grave indeed.” “I knocked the wind out of myself, you moron! Get off of me.”
She had said they were friends. That is what she wanted from him, and therefore, that was what he would be. He’d never wanted to be someone’s friend so badly. Perhaps more, of course.
He was screaming the word “friends” in his mind and somehow, that wasn’t helping.
writhe
I’m sorry, Emma… this is your favorite word…
Her hands were shaking. Ace wrapped them in the hem of her shirt, trying to tell herself that it was normal for them to shake after watching a friend crazily murder a bunch of people.
“You’re afraid of me now,” he said, that deep voice rumbling through the room and raising every hair on her body. She rubbed her arms to get rid of the feeling. “No, I’m not.” “You watched when I told you not to.” “I did.”
“Tell me exactly. Tell me what pieces of me scare you so that I can ease your fears.”
Ace’s eyes fluttered shut. Something was happening inside of her that she couldn’t explain. Just that single touch eased the fear so quickly, when it shouldn’t have. He was still the problem.
promise you, with every part of who I am and every part of who I will be, I would never hurt you.
You are brave and wild and free, and I would be a fool to try and dampen that light.”
“Why are you not with someone, then? If you wanted a mate, you could have had one by now.” “I suppose I could have.”
He is a fucboy….
A golden child, as my mother used to say, a sign that the ancients are pleased with our family line and that we have done enough to end it. I am a mate for fun, and that is all. But if anyone wants something serious or a future with children? I am not the one for that.”
Us yellow finned bastards sure are pretty, but most of us cannot pass that color on to anyone else.”
He is impotent… like a mule? Why doesn’t that factor into the previous two books?
She wondered if his skin would taste salty, like hers. Or if he would have some other flavor that would ruin humans forever for her.
He wanted to grip every part of her just to see his hand against her bare skin. Her lovely, freckled skin would dent around his strong grip.
“You are meant to know them as they are, not as we see them. You are destined to call them into the darkness with us.”
“What if I ruin it?” he asked, his voice wavering with fear. “What if she doesn’t want to be more and then I lose both her and my friendship with her?”
