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Now, the part about him not being ready to say? That I believe.

“I’m not a guy who gets serious,” Brock says. “Sure, in the future. I want all of that. A family, kids, everything my parents have. But right now? I don’t want that.”

“Yeah, you’ve made that pretty clear.”

“No, I’m not making myself clear. Don’t you see? This wasn’t supposed to happen to me. Not yet.”

“For God’s sake, Brock. Would you spit it out? I don’t give a shit that you’re not ready to say what you want to say. I can guarantee you I’m ready to hear anything you have to say. I’m a grown-up.”

He rubs his forehead, his temple, his stubbled jawline. “God, you can slice into my heart like no woman I’ve ever known.”

I soften then. I don’t want to hurt him. I never wanted to hurt him. Or anyone, for that matter. I’m not that kind of person.

Sure, I’m angry with him. But I also love him. I don’t want him to hurt because of me. I find my jeans and panties and put them on. Brock is still pacing around the kitchen. I go to him. I take one of his hands, entwine his fingers through mine.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I don’t have any intention of going on the pill, and I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

“But Brock, you’re not being honest with me. What exactly is it that you want to say?”

CHAPTER TWELVE

BROCK

I love you.

I love you so damned much, Aurora Maureen Pike.

If only the words weren’t caught in my throat.

“Rory…”

I touch her then. I trail my fingers over the softness of her cheek. Then I trace her lips, her beautiful red lips still glistening from the kisses we shared.

I’m going to do it. She may not return my feelings, but I’m going to say it. I’m going to say those three words I’ve never uttered to another human being.

I clear my throat.

And I pause.

She rolls her eyes then. “I don’t have all day for this.”

“Damn it.” I kiss her lips. How soft they are. “I…”

She draws in a breath. Lets it out slowly.

“I love you, Rory. I fucking love you.”

Her beautiful lips form an O.

Is this really a surprise to her?

Hell, why shouldn’t it be? It’s a big surprise to me. Except that on some level, it’s not. It’s almost as if it’s always been with me, and Rory brought it to the surface. Fate brought her to me, and I fell so deeply in love with her.

I’ve put myself out there. I’ve given her love, and—

Her lips tremble. “Really?”

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