Free Me (The Found Duet, #1)

by Laurelin Paige

“The difference between who you are and who you want to be is what you do.” JC

Not for the first time in my life, it occurred to me that there was probably something very wrong with me. Besides being completely uptight. Because, what girl in her right mind wanted her sexual relationships to be only physical, no emotion?

We weren’t intimate like that. We weren’t personal. I knew what I’d signed up for. The problem was, I was changing. JC was changing me. Little by little, he’d been tearing down my walls, letting me out. But his walls stood just as tall and strong as ever.

And he melted into me. Filling my spaces, smothering my emptiness. Making me whole. Making me free.

Because I was his now. Already. Completely. All he needed to do was claim me.

It was beautiful. It was poetry. The way he moved and touched me. The way he took care of me. The way he kissed me—God, the way he didn’t stop kissing me.

I was like a crack whore who would do anything to get her fix, including giving up the things that were most important to her. The things she really cared about. I was desperate for my high.

How was it possible to have the best sex of my life while my heart splintered into pieces?

I knew then, and I accepted. This was how it was going to be between us. We’d meet. We’d fuck. He’d put up walls between us. And I’d love him.

thought that I could keep anything with you away from the rest of my life.” His voice was quiet now. Raw. “That I could lock it in the space of our hotel room. But you’re everywhere. You’ve permeated everything I do, Gwen. It’s problematic for several reasons. But I think I’m just going to have to figure it out, because I can’t pretend it’s not happening anymore.”

There should be a universal law that made caffeine a requirement before serious conversations and proposals.