Make Me Yours (Bellamy Creek, #2)

by Melanie Harlow

“And maybe what we should do is just . . . slow down. Make sure we know what we’re doing. Mistakes—and accidents—happen when people get careless and move too fast.” She looked up at me. “So the universe was giving us a speeding ticket?” “More like letting us off with a warning.” She sighed, replacing her cheek against my chest. “You’re probably right.” I didn’t want to let her go, so I didn’t. I kept talking, stroking her back. “I just don’t want to do something that . . . can’t be undone,” I told her. “Something that seems like a good idea in the moment, but turns out to be wrong for everyone.” “I know. I don’t want that either.” “I love having you in our lives, Chey. That makes this complicated. If I only had to think about what I want right this second, believe me—it would be so easy.” She laughed a little, although it was a sad kind of laugh, tinged with regret for what couldn’t be. “Yeah.” I stopped moving my hand and pulled her even closer. Her body was soft and warm, and I’d never wanted anyone so badly. “So fucking easy.” In my arms, her body stilled, and she inhaled, like she needed to breathe in enough of me to last her a while. “Can I ask you something?” Her voice was quiet. “Anything.” Another deep breath. “Do you ever see things being different for you? I mean, do you ever see a juncture in your life where you might feel differently about . . . about letting someone in?”