She's the luna I want novel Chapter 11

JACE.

"How should I act around you now?" She asked.

Her question made me take a deep intake of breath. "What do you mean?"

"Am I not allowed to hold you or hug you? And if I do, will you think I’m taking advantage?"

I wasn’t expecting that question. My eyes flew to her and met her gaze again. She wasn’t smiling and just kept on biting her bottom lip.

I smiled warmly at her. "You can still do that… My arms and my hands are always open for you, it’s just that…"

"I shouldn’t expect anything more. Right?"

I was so used to her arguing with me that I knew if she used this tactic, I might lose.

"Right," I answered, as I didn’t know what to say more. I shifted my gaze away from her and moved my gaze forward.

"I can do that. Not to expect anything. I just don’t want to lose you."

"You’re not losing me, Amara. You can push me away and kick me out of your life, but I’ll just be here. Waiting until you’re ready to hold into my arms again."

She didn’t say anything, so I tilted my head to look at her. She was biting her bottom lip too hard as her eyes watered, and she was just looking at me, her arms crossed against her chest, and half of her back was leaning against the door.

I smiled warmly at her before I laid out my hand. "Hey, kitten. You’re not losing me."

Her eyes darted to my hand and then back to my face again. She reached for my palm and entwined it with hers as I squeezed her gently before putting my attention back on the road.

It felt good to hold her hand as if my hands were molded to fit hers. We stayed holding hands as they rested on her thighs, and I was doing my best not to brush my hand on her soft skin.

And just when I thought everything was already calm, she surprised me again.

I heard her seatbelt release from its hook after she let go of my hand. Soon, her arms went flying and coiled around my neck as she buried her face into it. She was kneeling on her seat, body leaning on me, and by reflex, my left arm automatically snaked around her to make sure she wouldn’t fall. But my hand landed on her ass cheek, as her skirt had already hiked up.

It made my body go rigid for a few seconds, but it was enough time for Amara to slam it into my face. "Your hand is on my ass."

I dragged my hand down, only to land it on her upper thigh.

That fraction of a second made me forget that her thigh was just below her ass.

I removed my hand and raised it to her back instead, holding her in place as she was having a hard time balancing because I couldn’t keep the car from swerving.

Soon, her body began shaking as her giggles erupted and echoed inside the car.

"What are you doing?" I asked. I was not sure if I wanted to be annoyed or just laugh it off.

"I’m sad. So I thought I wanted a hug," she answered, but I could hear her stifling her laughter this time.

"You did that on purpose." I told her in a low voice.

"What did I do wrong?"

"You can hug me even without kneeling up on your seat."

"But then I won’t be able to smell you. Your neck smells good." She mumbled against my neck, her warm breath making goosebumps rise from my skin.

"I didn’t shower for three days…"

"Quit lying. I know how you smell when you don’t shower. You smell nice, the way you do whenever you showered."

My eyes rounded as I snapped my head in her direction, making her move away from my neck and slump her body back down to her seat as she laughed heartily.

"The fuck, Amara. Should I be scared of you?"

"I was just kidding. But your aftershave smells nice. Is that the one I gave you on your last birthday?" She was talking while my hand was already moving to grab her seat belt and buckle her up.

I nodded my head to answer her question. "But that one was gone, so I bought a new one the same as the one you gave me."

The scent was a blend of bergamot and Brazilian rosewood. I had others that smelled good as well, but since it came from her, it’s been the one I’ve been using the most.