Until I'm Yours (The Bennetts, #4)

by Kennedy Ryan

I feel a breakout coming on like a dreaded pimple knotting below the surface of our brief and very public relationship.

She isn’t feisty or sassy. Those words are too girlish somehow for what I sense in her. She is…bold. And I’ve decided that I like her.

“I can’t let you endanger a man’s career because of something you think happened more than a decade ago.”

Wow, this is so sad that this is coming from my father is such a really sad moment and I feel for I really feel bad for her

Actually, there isn’t a line. Only me. She just doesn’t know it yet.

“It’s figuring out what burns inside of you, and then letting it guide you.” My eyes probe her face. “What guides you, Sofie? What’s your fire?”

“Put up that guard and pretend to disparage something you want because you’re not sure how to get it.”

I’m blinking back tears. Why? Because he just stood up for me when no one usually does? Because there’s no doubt he believes me, when my parents don’t? When my parents won’t stand up for me or with me? Because it’s apparent he actually cares about me?

In the press of bodies, he links our pinkie fingers, and it’s enough. Even that tiny contact with him calms the roiling in my soul, but I break it as soon as we enter the lobby.

I tell my story every chance I get. Every time I do, I raise a fist against my oppressors.

“There’s something you should know about me.” I take my hands from under the shirt, sliding them to her lap, capturing her slim fingers between mine. “When the people I care about need me, I’m there.”

Love this

“I need you to remind me that there’s more to me than what they say, that there’s good in me. I need you to take care of me in the ways that count. Can you do that?”

“You will not distract me.” He drops a quick kiss on my lips before straightening. “At least not here. Now when we get back to your place, you’re all mine.”

I needed all these years to become the man who could handle you. You needed that time to experience the hard things, the things that made you strong. Frankly, beautiful or not, I wouldn’t have looked twice at you then. I was too young to see beyond my assumptions to your potential. We found each other when we were supposed to.”