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“Shut up!” She pokes me in the chest, her teeth clenched. “I’m not finished.” Her face is all twisted and pinched like she’s just taken a sip of some hundred-year-old milk. “Do you know how hard it was for me last night? Knowing you’d chosen something over me again, having to deal with my father and my friends, looking out at all of those faces and not seeing yours…” She pushes back her hair and squeezes her eyes shut. “I felt like a complete fucking idiot for letting myself believe things could be different this time!” Sloane lets go of her hair, letting it fall around her face in thick waves. “But it can’t be. It never could, and deep down, I guess I knew that. I let myself get sucked in anyway. I fooled myself into thinking you’d change, that I could make you change. But you don’t lo…you never could…” Her voice trails off and she shakes her head. “My fucking bad.” She sinks down to the floor, her shoulders sagging, her head in her hands. “But then I saw you this morning at the hospital, beaten to hell. And you’d just been visiting with Eli, which you never even told me you’d done.” Her head raises, eyes brimming with tears. “All of my anger just kind of disappeared for a minute because I was worried about you and about all of the things I don’t know, the things that might have kept you from me last night, the things you never said when I saw you this morning.”
I hesitate for a moment then sink to my knees in front of her, not sure if it’s okay to talk or if she might take a swing at me if I don’t let her finish first.
“But whatever happened, it didn’t stop you from being at the hospital early and visiting with someone who really needs you. You did the right thing by him because you’re a good guy. And that’s why I’m in love with you, why I’ve always been in love with you. But I hate myself for it, because even when you do the right thing, I end up getting crushed.” A sad smile lifts her quivering lips. “And I can’t let that happen to me anymore.”
She sniffles, and my dick gets hard. I know, I know. I’m a sick man. I can’t help it, though. She just said she loves me. And while I hate like hell to see her this upset, part of me wants to fling her on the bed and show her just how much I love her.
Forget the cocksuckers who are plotting my death right now. Forget my dad’s severed fingers, Nico’s threats, and all the trafficking bullshit.
Sloane loves me.
Now I just have to convince her to give this another shot.
No pun intended.
And, oh, yeah, I need to figure out how to keep those assholes from exterminating me. One tiny detail cockblocking our happy ending.
But even the thought of death doesn’t scare me as much as losing Sloane.
“I need to…” My mouth snaps shut, and I recoil when she narrows her eyes at me. Maybe I’m not supposed to say anything yet. Maybe I’m supposed to wait for her to give me a cue.
“You don’t speak until I say you can speak,” she hisses, swiping at her eyes with her hand. “Do you realize how badly I wanted to talk to you last night, to tell you how amazing the event was, and how everyone reacted to my speech?”
I fold my hands because I’m just not really sure what the hell else to do with them. If I try to touch her, she might break one…or both…of them. My lips are pressed tight together in a straight line and I shake my head. I guess that’s allowed, right? Just to acknowledge what she said?
I don’t know. This is all new to me. I’ve never seen this side of Sloane before, having her take the reins and shit. It’s kind of hot, I won’t lie. I feel all submissive, and that only makes my dick harder.
I never thought I’d be so turned on while being reprimanded.
Although…
It’s kind of like the teacher-student thing. I’ve been a very bad boy, and I need to be punished. Maybe she’ll keep me in at recess and shake her ass in that short, plaid, Catholic school girl skirt. Damn, that’s a fantasy I never knew I even had in me.
I give my head a quick shake. Christ, this is definitely not the time for all of that.
“I should have been happy!” she yells, leaping to her feet and stomping around the foyer. “I should have been excited! I should have wanted to sleep with the hot doctor!”
Oh, crap. Well, there’s a dick deflater if I ever needed one.
“He actually prioritized me! Imagine that! But you know what?” She leans down and sticks a finger right at my face. “I don’t want him! After everything, I still want you! Argh!” She slaps her hands against her legs and keeps stomping.
My mouth twitches, but she hasn’t tagged me in yet. And I’m a little scared her dad is gonna come barreling through that door with a rifle any second.
On the other hand, it’s hella hot to see her leg muscles tense and tighten as she paces. I want to bury myself between them so fucking badly right now. And the pink spots in her cheeks…she is fuming right now, and to see her so heated over this is a real turn-on. I want to strip off those flimsy shorts and yank that tank top over her head so I can taste every inch of her flushed body. I need it, and I want it all, dammit.
Jesus, Sloane, let me talk! Let me tell you how much I fucking love you, too!
Her breaths become fast and furious as her voice gets higher and higher. I just sit and watch and fantasize.
Finally, she faces me, her shoulders quaking. “You can talk now,” she whispers.
I jump up and place my hands on her shoulders and then pull them back. “Wait, is it too soon for contact?”
She rolls her red and puffy eyes. “You’re such an asshole.”
“I know. But even though there’s so much more you need to hear, I have to start with the most important thing.” My lips curl upward, and I lean my forehead against hers. “I’m fucking crazy about you, Sloane. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, but I was always afraid I’d fuck things up between us. So I’ve kept it buried for a long, long time. I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want you to know what you’ve done to me.” I smooth her hair out of her face and watch her eyes fill with tears once again. “I love you. So much,” I whisper. “And I’m so sorry about last night. And Thanksgiving. And whatever stupid shit I pulled every time before that. I want this, Sloane. I want you. I want us…if you can forgive me.” I wipe away the tear that streams down her cheek. “Please don’t cry. Me being in love with you isn’t that horrible, is it?”
She laugh-coughs and then hiccups. It’s fucking adorable.
