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Doyle was there with her every day until she recovered and hasn’t been away from her a day since.
“Tomorrow isn’t promised to any of us, asshole. And I know you well enough, you’ve never looked at a girl like you look at Kat. I know, man. It’s scary.” He nods, giving me a sympathetic look. “It makes you feel like you’ve got no control, but you do. Don’t waste time. I almost lost Jenny because I was an ass just like you’re being. Go down there. Talk to her. That’s all I’m saying. Just, talk to her. For me? Okay? Trust me, if you keep waiting for everything to be prefect, you’re going to die perfectly alone.”
I cursed him out as I stomp down the hill toward the booths. The scent of fried batter and sausages should make me hungry but all I can think about is how she would taste.
As I work my way down the grassy aisles lined with booths of handmade jewelry, hand forged axes and hatchets, photo booths and leather goods, my palms begin to sweat. My heart is beating so hard I’m sure it’s going to erupt from my chest like that little alien did to that poor guy in that movie.
I curl my hands into fists as I get closer. I hear the yelps and barks from the puppies and dogs, and I curse under my breath as my dick thickens and my hard-on threatens to derail whatever this could be before it starts.
I see the blonde ringlets of her hair, tied back in a ponytail that’s working its way loose, and I can’t breathe. Every day since the moment we met, she’s been at the center of my thoughts.
I’ve imagined her walking around my cabin. Adding her little touches that make it a home. Imagining her moving around, her womanly curves on display for my pleasure, letting her know in a thousand ways she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever set my eyes on and if I can’t have her…no one will. I’m a bit of an asshole like that.
At least when it comes to my kitten.
Fuck.
If she ever finds out I’ve followed her almost every day. Snapped pictures of her when she couldn’t see. I even wait for her to go into the laundry room at her apartment. When she leaves?
Yes, I stole her panties. More than once. Every time I did it, I told myself it would be the last. Like an addict making promises he knew he could never keep.
Doyle’s words ring in my ears. Don’t waste more time. Tomorrow is never promised.
I’m ten paces from her. She’s turned away, thank fuck, because if she was watching me approach, I’d probably freeze. I stuff my hands down into the pockets of my canvas work pants and adjust myself, praying she won’t notice the erection that has her name branded all over it already.
Five paces. I think I can smell her. I can hear her laughter and I start to feel dizzy.
This is it. If I don’t do this now, if I don’t believe we can be everything I dream of every night, how is she supposed to?
Two steps and I’m at the edge of the tent with the blue Thickwood Shelter banner draped under the edge.
One step. I could reach out and touch her.
I open my mouth, but I freeze. She’s so close, her back still to me, but my eyes latch onto her ass and my balls twitch thinking of taking her like a dirty fuck that I am. Making all of her mine, pussy, ass, mouth—
“Hi.” She turns and I’m reminded that I don’t have a chance in hell with a girl like her. She’s perfect.
I need to be perfect for her and I know I’m not.
Her eyes are a golden brown, skin like fine porcelain, cheeks rosy and a smile that would topple kingdoms.
My mouth hangs agape as she steps forward from the space between the tables full of brochures and clipboards, her arms outstretched toward me, and I can’t breathe.
“You want to hold her?”
It takes me a second to connect the dots. In her hands there’s a fuzz ball, two blue eyes staring out from creamy fur. Twisting and meowing, looking scared, and before I can stop myself, I put out my hands, cupping them as she places the tiny kitten in my palms.
“Wow.” She smiles and I’m staring at her in stunned silence as she pats the head of the tiny animal. “That’s the first time today she’s stopped crying.”
I glance down, my enormous hands curling around the soft silky fluff as it turns in a circle, then lays down, and a second later I feel something.
“It’s buzzing.” I grunt out, making Katarina giggle as her eyes sparkle, and I want to kiss her more than I want to live.
