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An unmistakable tent pole between us that her arm and hands accidentally brush against more than once.
Evidence enough for me anyhow. She’s noticed my arousal twice now, and instead of screaming and running in fear, she seems to be dragging out her tears so I’ll hold her a little longer.
So maybe we can both have just a little more of this before we get down to the other, more ugly business of sorting out her house and finding a small dog.
I put my hand on hers, wanting so bad to move it over to my unbearable aching cock, help her to free it so we can do what I know we both need as well as want.
But I can’t.
I won’t until she tells me it’s what she wants.
If she’d really wanted to she would have done it by now, wouldn’t she?
And wouldn’t you if you weren’t such a scaredy cat?
Sniffing away her tears, she wipes her eyes with the backs of her hands, swallowing so hard and keeping her eyes fixed on my groin, it’s obvious what she’s thinking.
I lift her chin so her eyes meet mine, noting her biting her lip again. A thing she does, I guess.
Both our faces start to move closer, like anything unavoidable it’s all just about to happen anyway.
Like two suns colliding or a meteor falling to earth, universal forces that can’t be stopped. Not for any—
Her cell chimes again, and her eyes dart down just long enough for her to register the caller.
“I have to,” she whispers. “It’s my dad.”
The word is like a wall. A wedge in between our moment. Taking a deep breath in, I stand up. Facing her long enough for her to see just how hard I am for her, how close our own happiness is.
She gasps loudly, her hand reaching for me but I turn away.
I couldn’t let her touch me before I tell her.
Tell her how much she means to me already. Tell her that it’s all or nothing.
Tell her all the things it’ll take a lifetime to tell, not while she’s pressing ‘answer’ to her dad’s call.
Chapter Five
Gillian
I swear when things go wrong, they always all happen at once, and always when something amazing should be happening in their place.
Waking up with my eyes still full of sleep, I feel so rested in the same way I’ve never felt so safe but with Xander.
Anywhere with him feels like home, and my first thought before I even answer my stupid phone is that I’m gonna tell him how I feel.
No matter how crazy it sounds.
I acted like a child last night, sounding off about other women, girls, and whatnot. Only because the thought of him anywhere near another female makes me so mad.
He’s mine. At least, in my mind, I wish he was.
I’ve fallen so hard for him I don’t care if he laughs and makes fun of me like all those jocks in college. At least I’ll know I told him, tried my best.
But everything flies out the window when I hear the familiar, high-pitched voice of Mrs. Patterson, owner of both the house I’ve essentially ruined through months of neglect and the dog I’ve lost.
The pain I should be feeling in my ankle rises up into my throat. I want to die so I don’t have to deal with any of this.
But then there’d be no Xander.
He’s my only rock at the moment, but unfortunately, my biggest distraction too.
They’re coming back a day early, nothing I can do to change that. But I still start crying like a baby, wishing Xander would hold me like I want.
And he does.
He does, and oh so much more.
I thought I might have been imagining his arousal in the dark, and then again when we got to his house. But as he sits on the edge of the couch, hugging me close, I can see it not two inches from me.
My hand even brushes against it through his pants by accident, several times.
Oh. My. Freaking. God.
It’s not a small distraction either, nothing about Xander is small.
In a soothing tone, and quite shameless about his arousal, he explains he’ll help me fix all my problems, but the biggest problem he has seems to be in his pants.
This is the part where the girl takes charge, kisses her man, and tells him to ravish her, right?
Or does it all just happen naturally and without words?
Either way, I swallow down hard the fact that despite everything else, this is all real. Xander is real and we’re really about to kiss at least when my freaking phone chimes again.
When it makes that sound, there’s only one person it could be, and if I don’t answer now, and knowing my dad, I’ll have him to deal with as well as everything else.
Xander gets up to leave the room, for privacy. But he lingers just long enough to prove his, ahem… point.
