Page 119 of Tell Me You Love Me


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Sure, he might be angry at first, livid even. But he’ll come around when he sees how good we are together. And the Nichols will follow suit. Nikki has already said a million times she thinks of me as another son. That has to count for something, right?

I tell myself it’ll be fine. It has to be. There is no other option. I only wish I didn’t have to try so hard to convince myself.

A soft creaking sound draws my attention. My ears perk and I whip my head in the direction of the door to see a dark figure looming in the shadows.

For a moment, I think it’s Teagan. He knows, and he’s come to end me. When they flick the lock on the door, it only confirms this theory.

With my pulse pounding like a freight train barreling through my chest, I watch helplessly as they turn and step into themoonlight streaming from the window. An angel emerges; Brynn smiles, and my heart leaps into my throat as she creeps closer and climbs onto the bed, straddling me above the covers. She’s wearing a canary yellow camisole sleep set trimmed in white lace and she looks so good. There’s a moment before I can even get enough breath to come to my senses, because Brynn sneaking in here is asking for trouble.

“What are you doing here?” I hiss, glancing at the now closed door as if to make sure no one saw her come in here.

She glances down to her hands, and I realize she’s holding something. “I brought you a brownie,” she says, offering me the cellophane-wrapped dessert. “Teagan’s such a meanie. I can’t believe he really wouldn’t let you have one, but I know how much you love them and didn’t want you to miss out.”

My heart wants to melt, but it’s too busy fighting for survival, afraid that at any moment, Teagan or her parents will come barreling into this room and bust us.

“Thank you,” I say, taking it from her and placing it on the nightstand. “Later, when I’m not deathly afraid of getting caught and murdered in my sleep, I’m going to savor every bite.”

Brynn chuckles and leans down to brush her lips over the edge of my jaw. “You’re cute when you’re jumpy.”

Her hands wander to my shirtless chest and I grasp them in mine before they can head further south. “And you’re frightening when you’re brazen.”

“Relax,” she whispers. “It’s almost one a.m. Everyone is asleep, and the door is locked, remember? No one can get in unless we let them in.”

“We’re not asleep,” I point out before my second brain gets any ideas. “And it’s called a key.”

Brynn chuckles and presses into me as she stretches to reach my mouth. “You’re also cute when you’re nervous.”

A half whimper, half groan escapes my chest.

“I missed you,” she whispers against my lips before angling her head, slanting her mouth over mine while her fingers sink into my hair.

I resist for a solid thirty seconds before I can’t take it anymore and I reciprocate. My hands find her waist, sliding up her back when she rocks against me, and I fight to remember why this is a bad idea.

“We shouldn’t . . .”

“We should,” she counters.

“But Teagan . . .”

She presses a finger to my mouth. “If you mention my brother’s name again while I’m turned on and straddling you in bed, I might end you.”

I nod, breathless, because she has a point. “Fair enough.”

And I’m a weak, weak man because when she sinks back onto me and starts trailing her mouth down my neck to my chest, all my restraint goes out the window.

Flipping her over, I take her mouth with mine, showing her how much I care, showing her exactly how I feel about her as my hands slide down my torso beneath the waistband of her shorts. When she moans, I stifle it with my mouth.

I know I should stop. Restraint is my friend. This is too risky.

But when it comes to Brynn Nichols, I’m lost.

So rather than ask for permission, I’ll beg for forgiveness.

BRYNN

I take a sip of my coffee and chase it with a bite of blueberrymuffin, then groan. I forgot how good these were. Funny how you can be away from something and not think twice about it, but once you have it again, you wonder how you ever went without. I haven’t had one of these muffins since the day before I left for summer semester at AU, but now I’ve reminded myself how absolutely amazing they are, I’m not sure I can go all fall without one.

Or maybe I’m just super hungry. Maybe it was the middle of the night workout that spurred my appetite.

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