Page 164 of Trailer Trash

He chews his bottom lip.

Good. Hopefully he can feel what it means to me.

“I want to finish nursing school and continue my career, too. Can you handle that?”

His eyes narrow, but I don’t relent.

“I need to reach that goal. That’s where you have to trust me. I’m doing it for myself, and not because I don’t believe in you. It’s not a backup plan.”

He nods slowly.

I stroke his jaw with my thumb, then lean in and kiss his scars, my lips lingering with each kiss.

“I missed you. Gosh, you have no idea how much I thought of you. I worried about you. You’re such a bastard for putting me through that.”

I catch him smirk, just barely.

“It’s true. I never stopped loving you.”

His head falls back onto the pillow. I sense that meant something to him.

“Did you sleep around after you left?” I ask.

“No,” he says sharply, his brow twisting in disgust. “Did you?”

I smile. “Yeah, this psycho drugged and slept with me.”

“Oh, sounds like a cool guy.”

I push his shoulder and roll my eyes.

“I guess I did sleep with one woman,” he murmurs, his smile impish.

”I cannot believe you did that.”

“It wasn’t easy to hold back,” he adds. “Fucking you as slow as I could was painful. You felt so good, baby. You would make these sexy little whimpers and moans.”

My cheeks rush with heat and I fidget.

“How did you finish?” I ask.

“I pulled out and jerked off onto your stomach.”

Why is this not upsetting me?

“Then I brought a washcloth and, you know, I cleaned your pussy... after I went down on you for a while. I loved kissing your pussy goodnight. Then I wiped up my cum and dressed you.”

I shudder, and my hips rock forward slightly, as if they remember every part of his scandalous visit, even though I don’t.

“I think my body is yours, whether I like it or not,” I grumble.

“But you do like it,” he says matter-of-factly, “and I’ll take good care of it.”

“Oh, Killian. I can’t help but love you.”

He smiles, cocky.

I’m done for all over again. I know it. It will take a lot of time to absorb the countless ways he invaded my life. I think I might be as fucked up as Killian, because a part of me doesn’t want him to ever stop caring that much.