Page 87 of Dangerous Attraction

My chest tightens with every step he takes toward me.

He stops a couple of steps away, close, but not too close.

"There's still plenty of space between us, and he's already burning a hole into the side of my head," he whispers.

I go to turn my head to look in Reeve's direction, but Slate's hand darts out, grabs my chin and keeps it in place.

"Don't look. Just wait."

I peek at Luxe, who's still sitting at the bar, watching everything that's happening with a smile on his face.

Slate takes a step closer, and almost instantly, I hear loud footsteps echoing off the wooden floor.

"What's going on?" Reeve bites out, leaning over the bar.

Slate removes his hand from my face, winks at me again, then looks at Reeve.

"Just proving a point to Trixie," he says, shrugging.

Reeve's eyes slice to mine, where he runs them over my body quickly, before they flick back to Slate's.

"And what point was that exactly?"

His hands are fisted on the bar, tattoos rippling as he squeezes his fingers together.

"Nothing." Slate shrugs and immediately moves away from me, Luxe following after him.

Gulping, I look away from Reeve before his eyes can connect with mine, busying myself with cleaning some dirty glasses on the side.

"Are you okay?" he asks, still leaning over the bar, his eyes pinned on me, heating my skin.

I nod, intently focusing on the glass in my hand.

"Was he bothering you?"

I shake my head.

He taps his knuckles against the bar and sighs.

"Alright, well, make sure you let me know if anyone does."

Before he can turn around and walk away, I look at him.

"Why?" I ask.

He pauses, mouth opening and closing a couple of times as if he's taking the time to choose the right words.

"Because I don't want anyone making you uncomfortable here."

I hum, watching as his eyes dart between my own.

Maybe Slate and Luxe were right.

I'm positive the attraction toward each other is mutual, and I think Reeve is just as affected by the cuddling last night as I was.

My cheeks burn at the thought, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip.

Tucking my hair behind my ear, I clear my throat.