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“I don’t want to chance being interrupted.”
“Where are we going?” She put her hand on his cock and squeezed.
“Jesus.” The car swerved. He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “My house.”
He swirled his tongue over her index finger before sucking it into his mouth. She felt the suction all the way down to her toes. “Are you sure?”
He released her with a pop. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”
“Okay.” He turned onto Clementine Street.
When they pulled into the curved driveway, she stilled, blinking at the perfect white frame house, with the big wraparound porch and red door.
Her throat tightened, and she sat back in her seat as her eyes grew wet with unshed tears. In a soft whisper she said, “You bought it.”
He squeezed her fingers. “I did.”
She shook her head. “How?”
He smiled at her, his face so familiar, but his features were that of a man now, instead of a boy. “It wasn’t hard, it came on the market and I bought it.”
“Griff. I—”
He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed each one. “I didn’t buy it because of you, I bought it because I’d always wanted it.”
She nodded. They used to drive past this very house, sometimes stopping to park in front of it. Every time he saw the house he’d tell her he was going to buy it and they were going to live in it someday. They’d spin fantasies of living there, of raising a family, and she’d loved him so much she never wanted to tell him no. Never wanted to tell him that she wanted to go when he wanted to stay. Those nights, sitting with him in front of this house while he told her his dreams and hoped she’d wanted what he wanted. Had wanted to believe in that life and a future that included him and her forever.
She nodded, clearing her throat. “I know. You got it, everything you wanted. You got it all.”
His expression flashed, twisted, and then he gave her the most heartbreaking bittersweet smile. “I did. All but one.”
And in that moment, she knew. Knew with complete certainty what she’d been avoiding since she saw him at the Christmas party that night. She still loved him. Some part of her had never stopped loving him.
He was her perfect man.
She blinked tears away and wiped under her lashes. “We can’t do this, Griff.”
All his muscles tensed. “We’re doing it. I have to have you. I’ve known it since the moment I saw you.”
With her free hand she pressed her fingertips to her lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He was silent for a long time, the tension thick between them, filled with too many emotions. Finally, he said, “I know you’re leaving. I know we have no future. I have no expectations.”
His words, they crushed her. Made her want to weep, because she heard the belief in his voice. Knew he meant every word. And she hated herself for it.
She wanted to be the woman he deserved.
Wanted to love him the way he deserved.
She bit her lip. Tonight she would. “Then take me inside.”
After a silent walk through the house, where Darcy barely paid attention to the house they’d had so many dreams about, they’d climbed the steps and now stood at the threshold of his bedroom. The massive bed dominated the room. The headboard was carved wood, with a heaviness that could only be handcrafted. It was loaded with pillows, and the deep wine bedspread was lush and inviting.
One look at the bed and Darcy knew it would be heaven to sleep in.
She licked her lips.
He pressed behind her, his hands on her hips. He whispered in her ear, “I’m almost afraid to start.”
