Page 59 of Hard To Love


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“That is hard to believe,” I gasped.

“I’m dead serious. When people look at me, they see money, a trust fund kid. No one has ever looked past all that. But you have.” His fingers traced along my jawline. “Thank you.”

“No. Thank you for sharing this side of you.” I smiled.

He kissed me again, “Did you want to do something tonight?” he breathed through our lips.

“Well—since I am suddenly free . . .” I smirked. “I don’t care what we do, just as long as it’s with you.” I caressed his cheeks in my hands. His bashful smile made my heart patter. I looked away from his burning stare, biting my lip. If I didn’t walk away now, we would be standing here all day but then he scooped me up in his arms kissing me hard. Chills rippled through my body, from my lips to my stomach, causing a serious case of butterflies.

When we pulled up to his house later that night, he didn’t get out right away. He turned in his seat to face me. I stared out the windshield nervously. I didn’t know what was going to come of this day, but if nothing happened, it wouldn’t make me think of him any less.

“I’m not sure w hat to say,” Nick said, breaking the silence. “Me either.” I laughed nervously.

“I like you,” he added, cupping his hand over mine. “I like you too,” I gasped and turned to look at him. “I sense a

but coming.”

He smiled, hanging his head. “You fell for Mason and—” “I am so over Mason and his bullshit, it’s not even funny.” I

shook my head, furious.

“You say that, but I saw something between the two of you that

I never thought—”

Interrupting him again, I said, “Nick, I wouldn’t tell you that I

liked you if I still had feelings for Mason. I know it seems awful

because I liked him and now I like you, but it’s not like that.

Mason and I never dated, never really had much of anything,

actually,” I stated.

“So if I said I wanted to see you again, you wouldn’t oppose?”

he asked.

“Of course not,” I laughed, and then turned to face him again. “I

would love to see you again,” I said, my voice soft.

“Good.” He leaned in, reaching across the seat, cupping my

face.

“Night,” he whispered and kissed me.

“Good night,” I whispered biting my bottom lip.

His hand slipped into my hair, pulling me in, his lips hard

against mine. The kiss continued and passion filled us until we

could no longer take it. “I should go,” I said, breathless, pulling

away. His chest moved rapidly. He licked his lips then nodded.

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