Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Chapter 68.

Her foot catches slightly on the stone path and she stumbles, not enough to fall, but enough that her body tilts sideways.

"Elaine," I warn.

She wobbles again and I’m moving before she hits the ground. My hand catches her arm, the other going to her waist, pulling her back against me. She’s much lighter than I expect.

She bursts out out laughingh, full bellied breathless laughter, like this is the funniest thing that’s happened all night.

"Wow," she says, turning her head to look up at me. Her eyes are glassy and her pupils are blown wide. "Okay, yeah. I definitely smoked too much."

I tighten my grip. "You think?."

She grins. "My head feels like it’s floating somewhere above me. Like I could just reach out and..." she lifts her hand and waves it lazily ".....catch it."

I swear under my breath. "You’re not funny."

"I am," she says immediately. "I’m hilarious, You are just allergic to joy and happiness."

She tries to step away from me and almost goes down again.

Yeah that’s it.

I bend and scoop her up before she can protest, one arm under her knees, the other braced behind her back, she lets out a surprised sound that turns into laughter halfway through.

"Oh my God," she says. "You’re doing the thing."

"What thing."

"The movie thing." She looks down at herself, then back at me. "The Bridal carry thing, that’s very caveman of you Zane."

"Stop moving so much" I snap, adjusting my grip when she keeps shifts in my arms.

She laughs again, louder this time, head tipping back until her hair brushes my arm. "What? I’m trying to get comfortable." She stays quiet for a while.

"Wow. You are really strong."

I don’t answer.

She reaches up and pats my chest, then my arms, in a slow and clumsy way. "Like... really strong. Do you work out or do you just wake up like this. Is it a genetic thing?"

"Elaine," I warn.

She ignores me completely.

Her hand drifts higher. Fingers brush my jaw, unsteady but deliberate. She traces the line of my cheek like she’s curious about it, thumb dragging lightly along my skin.

My body reacts instantly, all her touching going straight down my groin. Okay maybe carrying her was a bad idea.

I grit my teeth.

She squints at my face like she’s studying it for the first time. "You’re actually very handsome," she says, voice softer now. "You know that, right." Trailing her hand down my chest.

"Don’t," I say.

She smiles. "Don’t what."

"Touch me like that."

Her fingers pause, then slide again, slower this time. "Why."

I start walking.

Each step toward the house feels longer than it should. She’s warm against me, relaxed in a way she never is when she’s sober. Her dress rides up slightly at her thighs and I adjust my arm without thinking, trying not to focus on the feel of her skin.

She hums under her breath.

"What are you humming," I ask.

"I don’t know," she says cheerfully. "Something my mom used to play. Or maybe it’s not real. Everything feels a little... stretchy."

She giggles at that like it makes perfect sense.

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