Spin the Shadows (Dark and Wicked Fae #1) - Cate Corvin Page 0,35
sent electric shocks through my veins.
Maybe we stood that way for only a moment. Maybe it was for an entire sunlit spring. Time didn’t seem to have meaning anymore.
But Gwyn broke away first, his eyes heavy-lidded. “You should get to work before I carry you off to the Otherworld,” he rumbled, and I backed away on shaky legs.
“Work,” I repeated. “I forgot about that.”
And that was the honest truth.
He smiled, a little more animation coming into his handsome face. I regretted seeing the look of almost primal hunger vanish. “From bananas, to lemons, to… tomatoes.”
I pressed the back of my hand to my burning cheeks. “I’m handing all the blame for that over to you. This is your fault.”
Gwyn got up off the stone wall, stretching over me to his full height. The smell of his cologne along with the sight of his shirt stretched over a broad chest was enough to send my imagination straight into the filthiest gutter in Avilion. “I’m happy to be at fault… as long as you’re here for breakfast tomorrow.”
I picked up my bike and turned it towards Fairy Ferry. “It’s a date.”
“Good.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, a half-smirk on his lips. His very lush, kiss-swollen lips that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.
Branches help me, but it took all my willpower to start walking away from that. My brain was wallowing in the mental gutter like the happiest pig in the world.
I’d made it around the corner and down to the next stoplight when someone tapped my shoulder.
I turned around and suddenly Gwyn was kissing me again, burying his hands in my hair, his tongue sliding between my lips and tangling around mine.
My bike clattered to the pavement when I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck.
Everything vanished around me; all I could think of was how silky Gwyn’s hair felt in my hands, the heat of his skin over hard muscle, and the way he leaned over me, sucking my lip into his mouth and making a low sound in his throat that made my knees weak.
I lost all track of time and space until a satyr wolf-whistled from a passing car.
Gwyn let me go, leaving me feeling like I’d just taken a free-fall plunge straight out of the sky. I could hear my own blood pulsing in my ears as I gazed up at him.
He gave me a wolfish grin. “And that’s for good luck for the rest of the day. Until tomorrow, Bananas.”
I raised a hand in farewell, not trusting my voice to get the job done.
Gwyn whistled cheerfully as he walked back the way he came. He winked when he glanced over his shoulder and saw me still staring at him, but it was impossible to flush redder than I already was.
I walked on clouds all the way to Fairy Ferry.
The bell tinkled as I pushed the door open. The Ferry girls were getting their packages sorted, some of them already biking out into the city.
Numa popped up behind his desk, practically quivering with rage. His little hooves clip-clopped as he trotted around the desk, his eyes glued on my chest region.
If he was going to yell at me, he could at least have the decency to yell at my face.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so widely. I had all the good luck I needed.
“Late AGAIN, Appletree!” His shout died out when he saw my wild grin. “What are you smiling about? You can have the shit deliveries today—”
I yanked off my fake wings, popping the elastic bands and sending a cloud of glitter to the floor. “I quit, you perv!”
He stopped dead in his tracks, looking thunderstruck as I tossed the pixie wings at him. “You can’t quit,” he sputtered.
I just cackled, feeling amazingly good.
No, I felt better than good.
I felt fucking awesome.
I walked out, picked up my bike, and took a deep breath. “Thanks, Gwyn.” I cackled again.
Then I turned towards Thornwood and started pedaling to my new boss.
12
Trepidation didn’t hit me until I rolled up to the Thornwood gates, which silently slid open to admit me. The Fae guard, settled in his box with a magazine, didn’t even look up as I pedaled through.
What if Robin didn’t want me working for him full-time? What if he told me I didn’t have what it took to become an agent?
On the other hand, he was the one who’d called my job ‘nonsense’. Twice, no less.