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Leaving me with the light scent of sweet roses that I still remember from two years ago. The one I haven’t forgotten to this day.
I swallow because I am so fucked where Nadia Dalca is concerned. Yes, Wildflower. I like saying your name.
He looks pissed, heavy brows pressed low. Frowning just adds to the rugged edge of his beauty. He looks like he wants to do very bad things to me. And I want to let him.
“Call me Griffy again, and I’ll spank you like the little brat that you are.” The words are out before I can stop myself.
“You know what I deserve?” His irises dance across my face. “Someone who needs me badly enough to take me without apology. A man who knows what he wants. A man who wants me.”
That girl looked up in my eyes and gave me the perfect opportunity to tell her I’m fucking obsessed with her. And I didn’t take it. I’m a coward.
“Man, she’s grown up so much. But she’s still got an attitude the size of Texas.” I just grunt. I like her attitude.
“Age is just a number, little Dalca. And the only number that counts is eight.” She points over to where Griffin stands, panting and glowing under the scorching sun. “Because that’s how many abs I can count on him.”
“People don’t like me for my words, Wildflower.”
“I like all your words, Griffin. It’s what you don’t say that kills me.”
So, I keep going. Willing him to lose his precious control. Willing him to charge in here and use me the way I know he wants to. The way I want him to. I hear his signature rumble, and I sigh. My eyes fluttering shut when I hear him growl, “Fuck it.”
“If you think I don’t want more, you’re out of your goddamn mind.”
“You keep your eyes on mine.”
“I can feel you staring at me, Nadia,” I say, without even turning around. “You have no business looking that fucking good, Griffin Sinclaire.”
“Just give me right now. Give me one day at a time. With you, they’re always better, and I just want more of the better days.”
“No.” He laughs, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I’m in love with a fucking crazy person.”
“I must be a crazy person, too . . . because I am head-over-heels for you, Wildflower. Please be patient with me.”
I’m in love with Griffin Sinclaire, but I refuse to give up everything I’ve wanted in life just to hear him say he loves me back.
“I think in some cases, age is just a way to measure the number of years you spent without the person meant for you.” Fuck. That’s poetic.
“She’s worth it.” My best friend just smiles. “You really love her, don’t you?” “So much it hurts,” is my honest reply. His smile grows. “Good.”
Still, with every note he sends, I fall more deeply in love with him. The distance. The space. The unwavering understanding. It just makes me love him harder. I miss him.
“I love the blue roof, Griffin. I love this place. I love how hard you’ve worked. On yourself and on this home for us. But more than anything, I love you.”
