Overruled

by Lana Ferguson

“I came over here because seeing you was the only thing in the world that I could think of that might make this day less of a goddamned nightmare.”

“Dani,” he laughs, actually laughs. “I walked away from that woman whose face I can’t even remember because from the second I saw you, for every fucking moment since—there hasn’t been anyone in my head but you.” He laughs again. “You might as well live there now.”

“Everything about you is a fucking dream. You’re so smart. Even when you’re using that big brain to kick my ass, I’m in awe of you. You’re so beautiful it damn near hurts to look at you. All I think about is touching you, tasting you. I can barely get anything done most days without thinking about it.”

“I’ve been yours for ages, Dani,” he says, his voice a low, sweet murmur. “I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

“Don’t you know?” I lean in, brushing my lips across hers, smiling. “I’ve loved you for ages, Dani. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”