Page 134 of Toxic Kiss

“Just pee here,” I tease.

“Eww. Gross.”

Haven smacks my hand.

“But to answer your question…no.”

“No, what?”

I chuckle and then regret it as my cock stirs and my joints scream just enough to remind me that there is something still very wrong with me. I can ignore it all I want, but it never fully goes away.

Fuck what will the rest of my life be like?

“No, I’ve never kept my cock in a girl before. You make an excellent warmer by the way.”

“Thanks…I think.”

“Just so you know, I plan on doing this with you every night from now on,” I say, meaning every word.

“Sure, you do,” she snorts, trying to wiggle away from me. Not happening.

“Haven, I don’t cuddle anyone, and unless I was too drunk or high to kick them out, no one ever stays the night.”

Haven turns just enough that she can see my face clearly.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Lie to me.”

Now I’m wide awake. “I’m not.”

“But…”

“But what? Yes, I dated a fuck ton of people, and I’ve had many one-night stands. But I always wear protection and never cuddle or have them stay the night.” My grip tightens to emphasize what I mean. “The only girl I’ve ever broken both rules for is you.”

She remains unconvinced. I can see it in her eyes.

“Why don’t you believe me? You’re the one who fucking left me, not the other way around.”

Haven’s brow creases as she pushes me away and goes to stand. I snatch her wrist and pull her back down onto the bed before she can escape.

“Don’t do that. Don’t run away again. Talk to me.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yes. I’m serious.”

Haven scans my face like she’s a human lie detector.

“I don’t understand you.”

She lies down and stares at the ceiling, the wild mane of red hair fans out around her like a halo.

I push myself up onto my elbow and stare down at the only girl I’ve ever loved.

“Explain.”