Arabella

The ghost of Six’s lips still burned on mine, and I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet.

My body was suspended in the moment, somewhere between disbelief and a dizzying warmth that made my head spin.

I was barely aware of the space between us now, barely registering that he had pulled away.

And then—

“Bella.”

My eyes snapped open at the sound of Marco’s voice.

Panic slammed into me at full force. A small gasp escaped my lips.

He was standing in the doorway, his eyes bouncing between me and Six. His expression was unreadable. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Six was doing a...