AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He squeezed my hands. “Now, ask me what I’m going to do about it. Tell me to tell you what I’m going to do to fix it.”
I didn’t know if I wanted to know, my hands shaking in his. I didn’t know if I was ready to know.
“What are you going to do about it?” I didn’t know how he heard me. My voice was so quiet.
“I’m going to take a chance.” His hand covered the back of my neck. He wet his lips. “Because I’m so fucking into this girl. I’m into her, and even though she thinks we’re fucked up, I think we’re perfect.”
I gasped, my chest trembling. “You do?”
He nodded, a flush across his neck. “We make sense, and I’m going to take a chance against my own odds.”
Because he didn’t trust himself and still didn’t. This probably didn’t look right to him.
But it felt right.
It did for me too, and my gaze averted, tears in my eyes. It felt right, but he’d hurt me.
He caged my face, bringing me back. “Let me show you how much we make sense.” His eyes narrowed. “Let me kiss you.”
Dorian never asked for permission. He didn’t bother.
But he did today.
“Is it going to hurt?” Giving in to him had hurt before. It had hurt so bad.
His fingers curled against my jaw. “If it does, I’ll make it fucking better.” He covered my face. “And never stop fighting until it is.”
His thumb grazed my chin, and I gasped. “You promise?”
“I fucking promise.” He touched our foreheads together, hugging me close. “I promise.”
The words whispered in a breath, and when I lifted my head, I nodded. “I want you to kiss me.”
“Yeah?” His eyes crinkled, his grin slow. He tipped my chin. “Fuck, yeah.”
He covered my mouth, and when I gripped his lapels, he pretty much hugged me off my feet. He fused us together, his tongue easing into my mouth, and I smiled when he spun us around.
It was like we were still dancing, or up in that sky like he’d mentioned. It was night, and there was nothing but lights.
We were the stars.
Dorian returned me to my feet in a sway, but even still, he didn’t stop kissing me. He hugged me to him, pressing me close, and it took me a second to hear we had an audience.
“Hell, yeah, bitches!” shot from the stands and caused both Dorian and me to fall apart in laughter. Wells, Thatcher, Bow, and my brother chanted at the top of their lungs, and though I couldn’t determine who’d initially called out to us, Wells was the one standing on the bleachers. He charged his fist. “Whoop! Whoop! Get that ass, D. Get that, get that ass, D!”
“Whoop! Get that ass, D! Get that, get that ass, D!” Thatcher shouted, backing Wells up. He tried to get up on the bleachers himself, but he fell off like a goddamn fucking idiot.
Bru and Bow both shook their heads at his ass, and Wells was roaring.
Despite his fall, Thatcher continued to chant for Dorian to “get that ass,” and Dorian flipped him off before kissing me again. He dipped me down and everything, and I let him because I was swept up in the moment too. The dark prince just made another declaration to me, but this was deeper than his notes. He’d promised me something, and a lot came with that. Being with him may always hurt.
Even if he did promise he’d make it better.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Sloane
Dorian took me on a few dates after that, and they were ones I actually agreed to. These, as it seemed, appeared to be legitimate gestures by him, so I was game. He took me to the museum and even to the park for a picnic on the swings.
