“Then let’s shake on it.” His lips twitched as he fought a smile and took my smaller hand that was quickly dwarfed in his own. He slowly shook it all the while locking my gaze to his with an expression I couldn’t read. I sucked in a shaky breath at the intensity of his touch and his look combined then quickly tried to take my hand back. His fingers tensed as I pulled and for a minute it felt as though he would never give me up but then the reality of that statement was like falling through the cracks on an icy lake. The look on my face must have registered because he let me go and he didn’t look happy about it.
I cleared my throat and tucked a stray bit of hair behind my ear before trying to find equal ground between us again.
“So…you saw your dad, how was he?” I asked before quickly remembering that they’d had a fight and asking this probably wasn’t the smartest of questions. Thankfully though, he didn’t look too pissed off.
“Let’s just say he was definitely better before I turned up and kicked his ass.” He responded dryly. I slapped him on the arm and scolded,
“Draven!” To which he just raised his eyebrow at me.
“You shouldn’t be fighting with your dad.” I said frowning and deepening that frown when he smirked at me.
“You know having a powerful Demon King for a father isn’t ever gonna mean we go fishing, fix cars together and drink beers over talking about life…right?” I narrowed my eyes at him and then snapped,
“Oh but it means you have to beat the crap out of each other, trying to prove something with your dicks instead of your heads uh?” One side of his mouth quirked up at my response making me want to smack him upside the head.
“Firstly, he most certainly did not ‘beat the crap out of me’ and secondly, I believe I haven’t thought with my dick since I last had you naked beneath me.” He added seductively and then had the bloody cheek to wink at me making me roll my eyes purely to cover up the reaction I wanted to give him, which was to fan myself at the bitter sweet memory. I couldn’t think of anything witty to say so in true Keira fashion went with something lame instead.
“Whatever…and anyway, since when do you ever say words like ‘Gonna’?... Carry on like that and people will get the mistaken impression you are down with the humans and becoming a cool dude.” Ok so it might have been lame but I felt a little skip in my heart at how good my come back sounded.
“What can I say but I must like you rubbing off on me in a way that sticks.” He said in a purr that growled the last word. I gulped at how it made me tingle in all the best places. Of course this feeling was enhanced by the way he ran a single fingertip down my arm when he spoke these hypnotic words. I should have pulled away from him and from his dangerous touch knowing what it would do to me when I no longer had it again. But the simple fact was it was next to an impossible task. It was as if just as soon as I was in his presence he had me, held tightly and bound in a net he cast just for me.
Instead of doing what I should have which was flee, I was simply left with a nervous laugh that told him all he needed to know…He had caught me and caught me good.
“So what’s next, talking Scouse and wearing shiny trackie bottoms?” I asked just for something to say as I tried to process all his unrestrained flirting, flirting that if I had half a brain I would have put a stop to already…well nobody could say I had done everything the smart way when it came to Draven so why start now?
“If it makes you bite your lip at me then I will even perm my hair.” He commented making me burst out laughing to the point I had to hold my ribs and tears formed. He laughed with me and as I bent over rocking as the laughter wouldn’t leave me he took the opportunity to rub my back softly.
“You like that idea I see.” He said and I started snorting in between my madness at the very idea of him in a shiny shell suit from the eighties and a mini afro!
“Oh please…” I could barely speak though the giggles making him smile down at me.
“Oh please?” He asked making it sound so sexual that it sobered me enough to get the words out.
“Oh please tell me that you have a hideous purple, pink and green shell suit hiding in the back of your wardrobe along with some used hair curlers?” At this his eyes widened and he shocked me when he said,
“Fuck no!” Then he looked at me sideways, a bit sheepish at swearing in front of me so freely, so he added a quick,
“My apologies.” I smiled at him and patted his thigh without thinking and said,
“I think that response was more than warranted…I mean what were we thinking wearing those…? I even think Libby has a picture at home with all four of us wearing matching ones at the airport before going on holiday!” I said shaking my head thanking the powers that be that I was only a toddler at the time and liked to think I had no say in the matter!