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She’d described how I might meet someone at a point when my defences were low. That I’d fall hard and convince myself I was in love at first sight.
What did I want? Originally, it was simply him. I wanted to place my palms flat on his chest and gaze up at him. I wanted him to pick me up so I could curl my legs around his waist and our faces would be at the same height. I wanted soft kisses and hard… Other things.
He tasted masculine. Startlingly unfamiliar. Mine
Mine for a moment then not. The whiplash hurt way more than it should.
In the darkness, I was hers and she was mine.
Is it any wonder my mind took a little jaunt to wanting to ride ye like a cowboy? I found the one good man and decided to keep him.”
“There’s that jealousy again. Love that for me.”
“It’s like walking around in a dream. Soft and safe. Ye scare me—oh fuck, that feels good—but I know you’d never hurt me. The love makes that so certain. I’d do anything for ye. Go anywhere. Change anything.”
“Grovel.” “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. You deserve better, and I’ll learn from it. You’re so fucking incredible. I’m at your feet, begging you.”
She’d told me how she tackled her fears head-on. It was admirable. I could take a lesson in that.
“You’re quick to call yourself faddy, and while it’s true that you’ve had a history of changing interests quickly, you were young and still growing. It’s normal for teenagers to change identities as often as they change clothes until they find one that fits. Consider that you hadn’t yet found the right version of yourself to be.”
Turning back to Riordan, I registered the look in his eyes. My lips curved in a smile. “You’re turned on.” He exhaled a laugh. “I can’t help it. Your brand of crazy works for me.” Now that, I intended to exploit forever.
