Unwanted (The Unlucky Ones, #1)

by Marley Valentine

He just continues to stare at me, his hazel-colored eyes full of longing. Full of yearning. Full of desire. For me. It hits me harder and cuts me deeper than any indifference and disappointment ever could. Because he’s looking at me the way he always has. Like time hasn’t passed. Like nothing has changed. Like he needs me. Like he loves me.

We were these new versions of ourselves who had no idea how to include the other.

My hand curls around the nape of his neck, keeping him in place as my lips meet his and finally find their way home.

As if we weren’t both sitting there, already spent, his eyes flare with invitation, and I find myself dropping his hand and capturing his lips with my own, kissing him with my whole heart. Kissing him like I own him. Kissing him like he’s mine. “What are we doing?” he whispers. It’s the same question I asked him only minutes ago, but his doesn’t have the same desperation. This time we were sated and he was nothing but curious. I kiss him softly. “We’re taking one day at a time.”