The Law is Hard

Chapter 22: The Kiss

Alec's POV

"So...you brought my pants..." I say awkwardly. I mentally facepalm myself.

Ever since Will and I walked in the building through one of the side entrances to avoid more reporters, I have been a jumble of nerves. In the car with Will, I was able to ignore what we driving to, but once we got here, I nearly turned around and walked back out. Today is the day. Seven years of lies and half-truths and avoidances will all be undone...at least in front of my boss and Magnus.

I invited Magnus up to the meeting just because I want him to know the truth about me. I want him to know all of me, but I didn't really stop to think what will happen after he knows the truth...will he be upset that I lied? Will he understand?

Then there's the whole possibility that Mr. Carstairs and Ms. Gray will fire me for lying about my identity and being gay. I know Izzy and I have gone over this and we have planned for the worst, but the butterflies in my stomach are still trying to escape despite this knowledge. Plus, I don't know if they'll be fine with me bringing Magnus, our client, to this meeting. Although Will is going to be there too, so I guess it will be a real party.

"Yes," Magnus laughs and the sound rolls over my body like a caress. "Did you want to go use your phone in your office?"

"Yes," I say, but I don't move. My hand unconsciously tightens on his sleeve and I stare into his golden eyes. I search his eyes and face as if I can read his thoughts just by looking.

Is he feeling scared? Did that hired goon really not see him? What is he thinking about?

I watch his eyes flick down to my lips and back up to my eyes.

My focus narrows in on this man in front of me. I'm hyperaware of the feeling of his hand lightly cupping my forearm. His shallow breath. His hair slicked back away from his face, emphasizing his cheekbones.

I slide my hand up his bicep and hum in pleasure as I feel the defined muscles beneath my hand.

Magnus shuffles a half step forward. Or maybe I draw him into my chest because suddenly we are nearly chest to chest. Our suit jackets brush against each other. I lean my head down and Magnus has to crane his neck back to maintain eye contact.

My other tightens on my suitcase wishing I wasn't carrying it, but also grateful for Magnus' sake. If I had two hands available right now, I may just crush him with the force of my feelings.

I feel a swirl of emotions and feelings bubbling up in my chest. Not like the butterflies...like a volcano that is ever so slowly bubbling out small amounts of lava with the promise of a coming eruption. The heat of that lava warms every extremity and every part of me.

My hand slides up the back of his neck to cup the base of his head. I lean in slowly, Magnus' eyelashes flutter. I feel his shallow breath on my lips. When his tongue darts out to quickly lick his bottom lip, that pushes me over an edge I didn't realize I was waiting on.

I smash my lips to his. The lava inside of me has reached an almost unbearable temperature at the feeling of his soft, full lips.

I tighten my fingers into his hair.

Both his arms reach under my arms and pull me that extra inch that was between us. His hard chest crashes into mine.

I feel like I have been dying of thirst and Magnus is water. I cannot get enough of him. I suck on his bottom lip and move my mouth against his vying for entry.

I step even closer, angling my body so my arm fit over his shoulder and my forearm runs down his back. I use the new angle to kiss him even deeper, tilting his head back.