Page 119 of Mr. Wicked


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“Grayson . . .”

“I heard your question,” I barked, aware that I was doing it again, and I found myself halting and facing her. “You’re expecting me to say I had this shining moment when everything came to a head and I recognized the bite I always have with you, but I can’t say that. It’s just been ... an accumulation of thoughts.”

Situations when I became cognizant that I was smiling more than frowning.

When I’d bring orange juice and vodka into my room, telling her not to bother me, so I wouldn’t regret pulling her into my arms or telling her that I cared.

When I read her conversation with Jared and watched Sebastian flirt his ass off, a beast of anger moving through my chest because these men were invading my territory.

When I viewed our photos together on Instagram and saw the way I looked at her.

Those were the moments when it hit home.

When I knew she was different.

That we were unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

“What are those thoughts, Grayson?”

My hands clenched inside my sweatshirt, sweat rising through my skin.

My heart was fucking pounding.

I could even feel it in the back of my throat.

It was producing this sensation where all I wanted to do was run.

That was all I knew. That was why I’d hooked and fished, so I wouldn’t have to stick around.

So I could stay uncommitted.

But this beautiful woman was staring into my eyes and she wanted the truth.

My truth.

Why is it so goddamn hard to say it?

“You’re not going to let it go, are you?” I stared up at the sky, wishing for rain.

But it wasn’t going to come.

At least not before I voiced what she wanted to hear.

“No. I’m not,” she admitted.

When I looked at her again, her expression hit me just like her statement had earlier. “What do you want from me, Jovana?”

“I want you to say what I already know.” She took a step closer. “I want to hear the words you’ve been holding back because you weren’t ready to say them.”

My stare dropped to the ground as a new feeling entered my chest.

It wasn’t tightness.

It wasn’t a throbbing.

This was different.

A beat that I hadn’t experienced. An urge that was almost beyond my control.

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