Make Me Yours (Bellamy Creek, #2)

by Melanie Harlow

“But last night you said—” “Last night, I was still confused. I couldn’t think straight. I haven’t been able to think straight for months where you’re concerned. And then when you told me how you’d felt all that time, it was like being hit by a train. There were all these things I wanted to say to you but couldn’t.” “Sorry,” she said. “I know that was a lot—what I told you.” I shook my head. “Don’t be sorry. I needed to hear it. I needed to be pushed into facing the truth.” “What’s the truth?” Her voice was barely a whisper. “That I have feelings for you. And they’re not going to go away just because I ignore them.” Cheyenne’s mouth had fallen open, and I traced her bottom lip with my thumb. “Believe me, I’ve tried to ignore them. I’ve tried to talk myself out of them. I’ve denied them to anyone who asked.” She blinked. “People have asked?” “Yes. Apparently I am not an expert at hiding the way I feel about you.” “You hid it from me.” “Well, I don’t want to hide it anymore,” I told her, loving the way it made her expression melt from surprise into bliss. “Not from you, not from myself, not from anyone. That’s why today was tough—because I realized that even though I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, I don’t want to lose you.” “You don’t?” “No.” I kissed her lips, then whispered against them. “When you have something precious in your hands, you need to hold on tight.”