Gideon bites my bottom lip, and my mouth parts for him.
His tongue sweeps against mine, eliciting a moan from me.
Gideon tastes of scotch, dark and heady. As he kisses me, I grow drunk off him.
Our tongues tangle.
It’s madness.
He devours me like he can’t get enough of my flavor.
It’s pure chaos, and I don’t want it to end.
But it does.
As fast as it starts, it comes to an abrupt halt.
Gideon pulls away. A deep groan rushes past his lips.
The first thing I notice is that his blue eyes are still hazy with want, but also, a fine line is forming between his brows.
I want to ask him why he stopped, why he looks angry, but before I can, he’s striding off through the door, out of the room, without a backward glance.
What the hell?
30
SASHA
When I crawledinto Gideon’s bed after the Emmet fiasco, he wasn’t there.
I’ve tossed and turned all night. Without him beside me, I couldn’t sleep.
Days later, he’s still not here, and it bothers me how much that upsets me.
Where is he sleeping?
I’ve hardly spoken to him since the day he kissed me.
Four days ago.
When he practically ran out of the room in an angry huff.
He’s totally avoiding me.
After he got angry with Emmet, his emotions were all over the place, but then he was gone.
And now I’m confused.
Every day since he said he would clear the wing, it has been, just like he promised, so that I can play. He had kept his word, and because of that, the music came.
The only problem is he doesn’t come to bed anymore. Why?
He might not have known it, but every night, when he held me, I enjoyed it.
Then in the morning, he’s gone.
Evaporated like a dream.