Counts of Eight (The Four Families Book 1) by Brynn Ford

Author:Brynn Ford [Ford, Brynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Brynn Ford
Published: 2020-05-30T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Ezra

“Oh, shit…Shit, I’ve got you,” I grunt.

Anya reaches her arms out, ready to brace against the hardwood dance floor as she tumbles headfirst out of the lift above my head.

My arm latches around her waist and I grip her side with one hand. Her weight shifts both of us forward and I’m falling with her, though I’m determined to keep her from hitting the ground. I promised her I wouldn’t let her hit the floor and I won’t, but I’m going down, too.

I’m bringing her down to the floor sideways and I twist to grab her waist with both hands, rolling forward over her, and taking the fall for her. I land on my back as I twist her and bring her down on top of me, chest to chest. Thankfully, I slowed our momentum enough that it’s a light landing.

She keeps rolling until she’s off me and lays on her back by my side. We’re both huffing and puffing because that was a fucking rush.

I turn my head to look over at her and smile. “My bad.”

She turns her head to look at me, too. “You swore you wouldn’t let me hit the floor,” she says with all the seriousness in the world, but she can’t hide the amusement that tugs at the side of her mouth.

“You didn’t technically hit the floor, I did.” I grin.

She shakes her head and looks back up at the ceiling, but I see the smile she was trying to hide, though I don’t have to see it to know it’s there. Every time she smiles, I feel it creep down my spine and threaten arousal that I just can’t deal with in this shit storm of a situation.

We’ve been rehearsing a new routine for three weeks now. We’ve danced together nearly every day since Nikolai—in all his medical wisdom—determined Anya was recovered enough from the drowning. The more time I spent dancing with her, the more time I wanted to spend with her.

Something about Anya twists something inside me with every interaction.

It’s a good twist.

A spine-tingling twist.

But it’s a deep down, knife-in-the-gut twist, too…because we aren’t living in the real world.

It’s not like I can date her or something. I can build a friendship, flirt, dance with her, but that’s where it all ends. Anytime I so much as think of the possibility of being anything more to her than the man who will help her survive another year in captivity, the reality of our life or death circumstance comes crashing down on my head.

It’s the heaviest fucking weight in the world to carry, because honestly, I could fall for this blue-eyed girl. And it’s not just that she’s literally the only person around.

It’s her.

She sits up abruptly and looks down at me. “Should we try a different lift? We’ve been working on this one for a week. If we can’t nail it every single time in rehearsal, we can’t bank on nailing it in the performance. And we have to nail our performance.

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