Chasing Secrets - Jessica Sorensen Page 0,5
is going to make things awkward between Arrow and me. Then he turns to me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod. “Are you?”
“I’m okay if you’re okay,” he tells me, searching my eyes.
“I’m fine. Although, I could do without East trying to embarrass us.”
“Yeah, that’ll never happen.”
“Probably not.”
It grows quiet again between us, a bit of awkwardness rising.
Unsure of what else to do, I stand on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips. When I pull back, he looks a bit dazedly confused, but a smile graces his face.
I smile, too, but then I return my attention to my closet. “I know I need to get dressed, but I have no idea what to wear.”
It takes him a moment to tear his gaze off me, and then he starts rummaging through the clothes hanging in the closet. “The key to blending in, in this world, is to wear darker colors. It’s also fucking freezing, so warm attire is a must.”
I nod, partially listening to him and partially just observing him; the way he chews on his bottom lip, the way his bronzed fingers sift through the clothes, the way his lips move as he speaks. A lot of humans think cyborgs are mechanical and cold, but Arrow is all warmth and softness.
“I think pants are probably a good thing,” he adds. “As for the top, I think you’ll be okay with something sleeveless as long as you wear a coat over it …” His gaze drifts to me, a crease forming between his brows. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
My brows dip. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”
He nibbles on his bottom lip. “It’s just that you seem distracted, and you’re staring at me.”
“Oh.” Gods, could I be any more obvious? “I was just thinking about … stuff.”
His gaze sweeps across my face then, pausing for a beat, he leans in and lightly brushes his lips against mine. “I wish we had more time, but unfortunately, we don’t.”
“I know.” I quietly sigh then force myself to focus on the task at hand. Time to be professional, Harlynn. “So, what should I wear then?”
Wetting his lips with his tongue, he returns his attention to the clothes. “Well, I’m thinking this.” He removes a pair of tight, black pants with zippers on the sides.
I take them from him. “You know, this is like the most normal thing I think you’ve picked for me to wear.”
He offers me a small smile. “Don’t get too excited yet. I’m thinking you should wear this with it so you can blend in with the edgy style of this planet.” He hands me a leather corset top that’s trimmed with lace and laces up in the front with a purple velvet ribbon.
“Another corset?” I pull a face.
“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to,” he says. “However, it will help you blend in.”
“No, it’s fine,” I assure him. “The last one was just so hard to get into.”
“I can help you again,” he offers while nervously scratching his wrist.
“Okay.” I give him a grateful smile. “Let me just get these pants on, and then you can help me squeeze into this thing.” I set down the corset then hesitate, unsure if I should ask him to step out or not. I mean, it seems a little bit strange to change in front of him, but then I think about how he just had his hand up my dress and his fingers were about to slip inside me and it doesn’t seem that weird.
“I can step out,” he offers, his cheeks tinted pink. He then moves toward the doorway without waiting for me to respond.
“No, you’re fine.” I hope, anyway. My heart is going crazy like a damn lunatic, though. “I can just slip the pants on really quick, and then we can get to work on squeezing me into this corset.”
When he glances at me, I offer him a smile then step into the pants without taking my dress off. I get those up and fasten the button. “See? Easy peasy.”
He smiles, but his eyes are roving all over me.
I do my best to focus on getting dressed, because if I don’t, I’m going to kiss him, and that’ll probably lead to a reenactment of what we were doing minutes ago.
I work on untangling the lace on the front of the shirt. Once I get that done, I realize the next step is to take off my dress. I don’t have a bra on, and I