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“See how easy this is? You could have had me at your mercy, but instead, you’re at mine.”
“Was I not clear enough?” “No. Say it again. I blinked.”
Brook says something, but I can’t hear it because my gaze lands on his hand on the small of her back. As they walk out, something consumes me. Suddenly, I have an odd desire to punch him in the throat.
“Talking to her made me feel my best.” And what happened in her room has nothing to do with the way she made me feel. A pleased smile curls on his lips. “Does this her have a name?” “Julianna Sparks.”
“I always carry it with me. No more chapped lips.” She chuckles, lifting her gaze, but keeping her hand in place. “Good…because you know how I feel about chapped lips.” “I do. So don’t worry, they’ll be soft only for you.”
“Do you trust me?” “I trust you.”
“You don’t have to answer anything if you don’t want to.” I smile at him, hoping he knows I won’t be upset if he doesn’t. He shakes his head. “I don’t mind if it’s only with you.”
“My body is officially shut down for business. Don’t ever think about touching me again.” “Love, we’re only getting started.”
“You’re going to be good at that too, huh?” His lips crack a smidge. He winks at me and I swear my heart leaps in my chest. Of course he’d make a wink look hot. Fuck my life and my vagina.
“I’m in too deep, Julianna. Too fucking deep, that this”—I point at my chest, fisting my shirt close to my heart because it feels like it’s close to collapsing—“this doesn’t feel like mine! This goes manic when I’m around you. When I think about you. When I hear your voice. God, when I hear your voice, I fucking forget my own name. I forget it all, because when I hear it, when I hear you, it all disappears because nothing else matters. Nothing else exists!”
“There is no finding fun with anyone else. I’m sorry I worded it that way. I’m sorry I made you believe it was just fun, because it’s been much more than that for me. I wish I could tell you when it became more. I wish I could tell you when I fell so hard. I really wish I could, but I can’t. What I can tell you is that for the first time, falling doesn’t seem so bad if it’s only with you.”
“And while you’re at it, take my heart with you, because it doesn’t feel like mine anymore.”
I wanted to be in control, but I’m weak, and when he speaks to me like that, I forget how to think.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Do I need to find Landon and slash his tires? Because I will. Or if you want him”—she clicks her tongue, making a slash motion with her hand across her neck—“gone, I’m sure I could find a way to make it happen. Make it all look like an accident. His height and weight might make it a little hard to move his body, but I don’t have anything against dismembering. It could be good practice for me anyway. Maybe I’ll drop nursing school and go to medical school with you and become a surgeon. Best of both worlds if you ask me.”
“I’m so absorbed in you, preoccupied with the thought that you exist, having you stand in front of me, that I genuinely forget to breathe. Sometimes, I zone out thinking about you because it feels surreal knowing that I know you. You know, at first I thought something plotted for us to meet, but now I’m certain we’ve always been tied to each other.”
“I could’ve killed him. I wanted to. I really fucking did.” “He’s not worth it, but you didn’t…” “You’re worth it, but no, I didn’t do anything to him. Except maybe break his nose.” Pleasure fills his voice, but fire brims in it. “I won’t lie, for a second, I contemplated it. My foot was on his throat.” His admittance shocks me and I pull away, looking up at him. “Are you serious?” “Yeah, but I couldn’t go through with it. Thinking of someone trying to make a move on you because I’m locked up stopped it all.”
I kiss him carefully, smiling against his lips. “I’m glad I was failing Calculus.” “I’m glad your apartment burned down.” I laugh. “I guess if that hadn’t happened, we wouldn’t be here, huh?” “We would’ve eventually happened.”
“Can you stop looking hot for just a moment?” she groans, putting some distance between us when I try to grab her. I crack a smile, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose. “I’m not doing anything and don’t pull away from me.” Begrudgingly, she idles over and lets me embrace her, but she shoots me a glare. “You are. You’re standing here, wearing your glasses, making breakfast, looking so hot. Ugh, I’ll probably get knocked up again just by looking at you. Get away from me.”
