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Stellan shook his head in disgust before striding over to me, pulling me against him, and smashing his lips against mine. I fucking swooned.
The lock disengaged on the door, and a second later, Cain was standing in the doorway…wearing those motherfucking grey sweatpants that showed off every inch of the anaconda I was now extremely familiar with. A little moan leached from my throat and he grinned, or should I say smirked. Cain didn’t really smile like a normal person. Every edge of his smile was laced with arrogance. It was half of his charm.
But I had a feeling Cain could see it, as he stared at me with his piercing gaze, the one that made you want to spit out all your secrets simply to see if he still loved you at the end.
Cain stared at the ceiling like he was praying for patience. Except I wasn’t sure why he’d look up there to pray. We both knew his master was below him.
“I think we should forgive and forget,” I added, even as I was thinking that I would do neither.
During the daylight, my confessions were kept under lock and key, but in the nighttime, I let them out. And I gave them to her. Because she was the only person who could understand that the scars we wear hidden under our skin are the worst ones. They’re the ones that do the most lasting damage, that dig into our souls and rip away at any good in us.
Because, despite the fact that I don’t deserve her, that I never will... I need Aurora to be mine.
“You might as well be the only woman in the room whether they’re here or not,” Cain said. It was so sweet I would’ve melted, and then Cain added, “Because I can never take my eyes off you…in case you drug my drink or stab me in the back.”
“And who is your true self, Paxton?” “The man who loves you. And I'm not afraid to show it to you now.”
“I love you too,” she whispered.
