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but she’d probably bite me, and I’d probably like it.
I’m about to do something very stupid, but I don’t care. I’d do anything to get rid of this ashamed, powerless feeling. The desire to spite my ex has me by the throat. I summon the unflappable bitch-demon deep inside me and give Connor a puzzled smile. “You know Rory and I are together, right?”
I’m a hurricane of female rage and revenge, and I’m totally fucking doing this.
“Get over here, my little fire-breathing dragon.” Pippa chokes on her drink, laughing. “That is not my nickname,” I tell him, elbowing him.
Rory grins, and my stomach dips. His smile lifts even higher, and he’s so pretty. He’s strong, broad, and so, so tall, and his hair is thick and a little wavy in a way that makes me itch to drag my fingers through it, but also, he’s pretty.
Holy shit. Holyfuckingshit. Hartley’s kissing me and there’s not a soul around to see.
I sigh, easing back into the warm chest behind me. Clarity cuts through and my eyes snap open. Rory’s spooning me. That’s his warm, hard chest pressed up against me, softly rising and falling with his steady breathing. That’s his breath tickling the back of my neck. That’s his hard, thick length urgently pressing into my ass. His hand is wrapped around my front, fingers resting just inside the waistband of my panties.
My hips press back into Rory’s cock and he sucks in a sharp breath. He’s so stiff against my ass. That thing is fucking huge. I’ll be sore for days. Arousal tightens between my legs. I love that idea.
How could she think that? How could she think she’s anything less than perfect? How could I let her think that? Since I ran into her last year, I haven’t touched another woman. Next to her, no one’s as funny or hot or interesting or entertaining.
He closes his eyes, letting out a pained exhale. “I’m feeling really jealous right now, Hartley, and I feel like I’m going to do something stupid.”
I can’t believe I ever thought Rory Miller was an asshole. He’s not. He’s just not.
“Hazel.” “This is why my place is so cheap.” His head falls back and he groans loudly, like I’m the most frustrating person alive. I just smile at him. “Your eyes are so pretty in the morning light.” He gives me a side-long look, sighing, but he’s starting to smile. “Don’t distract me.” “Is it working?” He rolls his eyes, and I think I like this flipped dynamic between us. “That means yes.”
I pick up the tiny crystal dragon, almost an identical twin to mine except this one is green, not blue. My heart does a funny flop, and a smile spreads over my face before I lift my eyebrows at him.
Rory’s wearing a hideous green and red knit sweater that he somehow manages to make look hot.
If my heart is a house, Rory now lives there.
“It’s like we’re in a snow globe,” I whisper, and she smiles as I lean down to kiss her.
“You can’t do it because I need him to pick up your Christmas presents.” “Christmas presents?” I straighten, starting to smile. “For me?” She laughs. “Yeah, baby. For you.” Baby. She called me baby. My grin broadens, and a light, buzzy feeling pings around my chest.
Fuck. I love that Rory likes me so much that he drunkenly got a tattoo for me, and that is so, so fucked up.
“I was scared to say it. I’m still scared, but—” She cuts herself off, biting her lip, studying me as my heart does somersaults. “I always want you to know you’re loved.”
Christ, my heart. My sweet, terrified Hazel is handing me her fragile trust to hold in the palm of my hand. I’ll do anything to protect it.
