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Cheiloproclitic – being attracted to someone’s lips
He should be paying attention to the words she’s saying, but he’s captivated by the way her lips form words. The edges of her lips are quirked slightly up, like they’re ready to instantly spring up into her heart-stopping smile. He wants so much to see that smile, every day, to be the cause of all her smiles. Or the way her mouth opens in an ‘oh’ whenever she’s surprised or shocked, like they did that night when they caught Slade.
He should be paying attention. She’s giving him a briefing on the serial rapist he’s had trouble pinning down in the Glades. Tonight is the night they take him down. The Arrow needs to know this information, but her lips keep teasing my focus away from her briefing. I want to know what they look like after she’s been thoroughly kissed.
She presses her lips together in her I’m-not-taking-your-BS-Mr-Queen smirk, but it’s the lack of background noise that calls my attention to the end of her briefing. My eyes jerk up to hers with an involuntary twitch of my lips. Her head tips to the side and she swings side to side in her chair.
“Did you get that?” Her eyes twinkle in amusement, lips upturned slightly.
“Of course. Easy take down.” My bow grounds me as my eyes dart for one last time down to her fuchsia lips, now smiling up at me from her computer chair. For the thousandth time, their magnetic pull nearly overwhelms me, a siren call reeling me in. A simple press of lips to lips would solve everything, answer any questions about the truth of my words in the mansion that night.
I turn on my heel, heading up the stairs of our new base even as that last glance of her lips is still tattooed on my eyelids. Digg’s footsteps echo after me on the rattling metal. I yank the hood up over my head as I slip out the door into a back alley.
“You didn’t hear a word, did you?” Digg chuckles at my scowl, shaking his head. “You got it bad, man.”
I clench my jaw, turning my back to avoid that knowing look. My grip adjusts on the bow as I walk away.
“Wrong way.” Smirk seemingly permanently embedded on his face as he points in the opposite direction. “You sure you want to do this.”
“Not a word, Digg. Not a word.” I really need to learn to listen.