True Love and Magic Tricks by Cassie Mae Read Free Book Online

blades
don’t get you.”
    My eyebrows shoot straight
to the roof of this thing. “Um, blades ?”
    “ It’s okay. You’re
flexible. I won’t get you.”
    I shake my head, ready to hop out of
the torture box. “No, no. I thought I was just going to be holding
scarves and handkerchiefs or something. Not get sliced to
death!”
    He smiles wide. “You
won’t.”
    “ I can barely fit in here
as it is.”
    “ Oh come on, there’s plenty
of room.”
    “ No way.”
    He pushes out a breath, and next thing
I know he’s stepping into the box with me. I shove against the
right side, pressing as much as I can next to it. But his legs hit
my legs. His face aligns with mine. Warm breath washes over me,
making me shiver, and that makes no sense because it’s blazing hot
all of a sudden.
    Nate gulps, like he just realized how
close we are. But he sticks his hand in the face hole in the door
and swings it shut, locking us in the semi-dark.
    “ See. Plenty of
room.”
    My heart is pounding, and that’s so
not smooth because he can probably feel it punching him in the
chest. He rests an arm over my head, flattening his palm against
the box. He smiles, and I smile, then we let out this really
bizarre laugh and knock heads.
    “ Ouch,” I say through my
giggles.
    “ Okay, so you trust me? I
won’t slice you.”
    “ I trust you . It’s me I’m not too
sure of.”
    He laughs. “You’ll be fine.” A shaky
hand touches my ribs. “Suck in here.” Light pressure moves me flat
against the side of the box. His eyes stay locked with mine. And my
heart continues to pound and pound and I can’t seem to breathe, or
hear, or move, or blink, or think, or do much of
anything.
    Nate grins a shy grin, drops his hand
from my waist and pushes on the door, but it doesn’t budge. “Oh,
shit.” He pushes again. Then again. Then I help him and nothing.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
    “ Is this part of the
trick?” I tease, hoping joking will take away the tension flying
around us.
    “ Ha ha.” He tries to step
back, but gets my toes. A hiss slips through my teeth, and he says,
“Whoops,” and then he tries to scoot away, but his leg goes into
mine, then his arm hits my boob, and even in the dark I see him go
red. He spurts out apologies while I try to control my
laughter.
    “ Okay, I’m gonna get my
phone,” I tell him. “If I hit any body parts in the process, I’m
sorry.”
    He holds extra still while I slither
my hand to my back pocket. My chest presses against his, my face a
little in his neck, and I not-so-subtly take a deep inhale of his
cologne.
    Once I get my phone in front of my
face, I send a text out to Lexie, thankful I asked for her number
this morning during gym, and doubly thankful that she gave it to
me.
    Nate’s kidnapped me in a
magic box! Locked us both in and now we can’t get out. Help is
needed… but honestly, take your time because he’s like, inches from
my face again ;)
    I tuck the phone in my front pocket
and flick my gaze up. Nate’s laughter is gone, and he
gulps.
    “ Um… so you… noticed what
happened last night, too?”
    I want to smack my forehead. Of course
he could see what I was typing.
    “ Yeah.”
    “ Oh. Okay.”
    Oh gosh. “I’m sorry. Please don’t get
weird on me. I wasn’t thinking when I sent that text. Just like,
joking or something. Forget it.”
    “ Why?”
    “ Why what?”
    “ Why forget it? I want to
know.”
    “ Want to know
what?”
    He gulps again. “If you… like having
me inches from your face.”
    My heart should go out for
the track team. I can’t seem to get my mouth to form the answer,
even though it’s right there on my tongue. Nate licks his lips,
settles his hand above my head against the box again. We’re trapped
in here. So freaking close. And what if I say heck yes I want his lips that close
to mine, and he goes, “Sorry, but you’re just too wild or too ditsy
or too whatever for me. But thanks anyway.” Holy
mortifying.
    “ Kaylee?”
    “