by CD Reiss
But I had to keep moving. I didn’t even know where I was going except forward to an undefinable destination.
He grabbed my arm. “Slow down.”
I stopped long enough for him to wrap his arms around me. I was locked in a stillness that was comfortable because it was him. “I’m sorry. I just got claustrophobic all of a sudden.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I don’t want you to have the serum or a placebo or anything. I don’t care about the research, and I don’t care what they say about what’s in it. I don’t want to risk it. Period. That’s my professional assessment.”
He ran his thumb over my cheek with that perfect casual pressure. His touch grounded me to the moment, soothing the itch to move.
“Okay,” he said. “Are you going to be all right?”
“Yes.” I ran my finger along the edge of his placket. “Now I am.” The world was inside the spaces where we touched. Nothing could break us. Nothing.
“If the shot wasn’t a placebo?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?” He lifted my chin so I could look at him. Behind him, the sky was lightening to the exact color of the eyes that saw right through me.
“Yes.” I was five miles off the ground in his gaze.
“Greyson?”
“I’m fine.”
“If you’re not, I’ll kill him.” He meant Ronin, but I was fine. “I’ll burn Blackthorne down. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” My voice was barely a whisper. I understood. He was forward motion and stillness. His eyes were the lock of gravity under a sky that melted, moved, shifted, cracked.
Behind his still points of blue, the sky was rent into two distinct halves, and the trust that my soul could bear anything shattered with it.
It was not a placebo.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Chapter Twenty-Six
greyson
I had to move forward. Whatever that was, it was a direction. My heart pounded with anxiety. I felt trapped in an inert state that would corrode me. It wasn’t an overwhelming feeling. It was more like an irritation. An itch on the sole of your foot in otherwise comfortable shoes. Definitely within the normal range.
I walked out. Forward into the lobby and outside, where dawn broke the blackness of the sky into blues. He was right behind me. I knew it without hearing him.
But I had to keep moving. I didn’t even know where I was going except forward to an undefinable destination.
He grabbed my arm. “Slow down.”
I stopped long enough for him to wrap his arms around me. I was locked in a stillness that was comfortable because it was him. “I’m sorry. I just got claustrophobic all of a sudden.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I don’t want you to have the serum or a placebo or anything. I don’t care about the research, and I don’t care what they say about what’s in it. I don’t want to risk it. Period. That’s my professional assessment.”
He ran his thumb over my cheek with that perfect casual pressure. His touch grounded me to the moment, soothing the itch to move.
“Okay,” he said. “Are you going to be all right?”
“Yes.” I ran my finger along the edge of his placket. “Now I am.” The world was inside the spaces where we touched. Nothing could break us. Nothing.
“If the shot wasn’t a placebo?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?” He lifted my chin so I could look at him. Behind him, the sky was lightening to the exact color of the eyes that saw right through me.
“Yes.” I was five miles off the ground in his gaze.
“Greyson?”
“I’m fine.”
“If you’re not, I’ll kill him.” He meant Ronin, but I was fine. “I’ll burn Blackthorne down. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.” My voice was barely a whisper. I understood. He was forward motion and stillness. His eyes were the lock of gravity under a sky that melted, moved, shifted, cracked.
Behind his still points of blue, the sky was rent into two distinct halves, and the trust that my soul could bear anything shattered with it.
It was not a placebo.
TO BE CONTINUED
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The Edge Series is four books.
Rough Edge | On The Edge | Broken Edge | Over the Edge
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The Edge Series
Rough. Edgy. Sexy enough to melt your device.
Cutting Edge | Rough Edge | On The Edge | Broken Edge | Over the Edge
The Games Duet
Adam Steinbeck will give his wife a divorce on one condition. She join him in a remote cabin for 30 days, submitting to his sexual dominance.
Marriage Games | Separation Games
The Submission Series
Jonathan brings out Monica’s natural submissive.
Submission | Domination | Connection
Corruption Series
Their passion will set the Los Angeles mafia on fire.
SPIN | RUIN | RULE
Forbidden Series
Fiona has 72 hours to prove she isn’t insane. Her therapist has to get through three days without falling for her.
KICK | USE | BREAK
Contemporary Romances
Hollywood and sports romances for the sweet and sexy romantic.
Shuttergirl | Hardball | Bombshell | Bodyguard