“Yeah, you are.” She frowned. “Sometimes I wonder why.”
Dawson stared at her a moment, then laughed. She couldn’t be serious. There was no way she didn’t know how pretty she was or how her laugh drew people to her.
Her frown deepened. “Are you laughing at me?”
“Yes,” he replied. He shot forward, moving faster than he should have, and caught her hand. “You can’t tell me you’re surprised that I’m here. I’ve been your shadow since the first day you arrived.”
Beth’s eyes dropped to where his hand wrapped around hers. After a moment, she settled down. “I know I’m not ugly, but you’re…you’re…”
A grin pulled at his lips. “I’m what?”
Crimson stained her cheeks, and his grin spread into a smile. She pulled her hand free, but he didn’t think she was mad. “You know what you are,” she said, reaching over and picking up a large album. “Anyway, I found this old photo album. You want to look at it?”
He leaned back on his elbows. “We can do whatever you want.”
Her lashes lifted, and he felt as if he’d been punched in the stomach when their eyes met. No. Not that. Like when he shed his human skin and took his real form. That rush of pure electricity and power when his being became light.
That is what he felt when Bethany looked at him.
More than anything, he wanted to know what was going on in that head of hers, what was making her eyes so dark that it was almost difficult to tell the difference between her pupils and irises. Did she feel it? God, he hoped he wasn’t reading her wrong, because if so, this was all about to get really awkward.
But it wasn’t like humans were all that different from Luxen, once you got past the whole alien thing.
She showed him pictures of her family from Nevada, flipping through the album with a soft smile on her face as she made a comment about this relative and that one. But man, did he ever have a hard time paying attention to them.
All he wanted to see was sitting right next to him—on a bed, no less.
He couldn’t stop staring at her—at the finely arched eyebrows, her cheekbones, the way her lips curved, how she tilted her head—
Bethany laughed, lifting her chin. “You’re not even looking at the pictures, Dawson.”
He thought about lying but grinned instead. “Sorry. You’re distracting.”
“Whatever.”
She had no idea that he could literally stare at her all day. It was like he was obsessed. Whipped is what Daemon would say, but his brother didn’t understand. Hell, Dawson wasn’t even sure he understood what he was doing here, with this girl—this beautiful human girl.
This was trouble.
And he really didn’t care.
Over the low hum of music, he could hear her parents talking with the doctor. His eyes flicked to the bedroom door. Willing it closed the rest of the way with a soft click, he turned his attention back to Bethany, but she didn’t appear to notice.
“I’m glad you invited me over,” he said.
She turned slightly and surprise flickered across her face.
His gaze dropped to her parted lips. They were dangerously close to his, which meant he was on the verge of doing something he couldn’t turn back from. “Bethany?”
“Yeah?” she murmured, lashes lowering.
“Nothing…” He leaned in just a fraction and inhaled deeply. Damn. She smelled wonderful. Like vanilla and roses. Every part of him liked that. Reaching up slowly, he placed his palm against her cheek.
Bethany didn’t pull back.
Reassured by that, he spread his fingers out, cupping the delicate curves. Her lashes lowered completely, shielding lovely eyes. Warmth gathered inside him, like a tightly wound ball. Why, out of everyone, did he have to feel this way with her—a human?
Did it matter? Honestly? Dawson had never looked at humans the way Daemon and most of the other Luxen did. They weren’t frail, helpless, or inferior creatures. So why would he be surprised at being attracted to one?
And then it hit him. Dawson just hadn’t expected her.
…
Several heartbeats passed before Bethany swallowed. Inviting Dawson to her house was pretty much a bold move on her part. So she’d been a ball of nerves all day. When she’d broken the news to her parents, she’d had to give them Dawson’s life story, which wasn’t much. Then she’d been all jumpy with him in her bedroom, so close to the damn paintings she’d done of him now hidden away in her closet.
Somehow, with him sitting on her bed, it changed things.
The whole point of inviting him over was so that he’d returned the invite—bring her to his house. Now she wasn’t really thinking about that.
Dawson was inching closer, his breath moving over her lashes, the tip of her nose, her cheek… She felt like she’d lost her balance.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he asked, voice deep and husky.
“No.” But he really didn’t have to. She could tell by the way he looked at her, and that was better than any pretty words.
His breath danced over her chin. “You’re beautiful.”
Okay, hearing the words really was super nice. “Thank you. You aren’t too bad yourself.”
As Dawson laughed, his nose brushed hers, and she sucked in air like she’d never breathed before. He was so damn close…
“I want to kiss you.” There was a pause, and her heart soared, chest swelled. “Is that all right with you?” he asked.
Was it? Oh, wow, yes it was. But she couldn’t find the words. So she nodded. Before she could close her eyes, Dawson breached the minuscule space separating them and brought his mouth flush against hers.