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“Talk to me, Liv. Tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”
“I don’t know if I can trust you,” she confesses.
“I understand that. I do. But I know that I can’t live without you. These past two weeks… Fuck, Liv.” My chest tightens. “They’ve been the hardest of my life. Not having you there, knowing I couldn’t come to you, that you truly hated me… It’s been hell.”
“Yeah, well things haven’t exactly been all sunshine and roses for me either.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. If I thought for a second that anyone would find those photos then I—”
“Wouldn’t have taken them?” she offers.
“Uh…” I rub the back of my neck with my free hand. “I would have hid them better,” I confess.
“Reese, that’s not—”
“It’s the truth, Liv. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve wanked off over those photos, how many times I’ve had your moans playing in my ear while I come all over myself?”
“Stop, please,” she begs.
“I promised you the truth, babe. This is it. Me, unfiltered. Real.”
She stares up at me with wide eyes, eating up all of my confessions.
“Then I’m going to need more,” she says hesitantly.
“Good, because I have it. You can have every truth, every secret, everything. Anything.” I take a step closer to her, leaving our bodies less than an inch apart. “As long as you’re here with me. Because I need you, Liv. I’m fucking drowning without you.”
She fights it, I know she does. I see it in her eyes. Her need to stay strong as her head screams at the rest of her to do the right thing, to remember all the hurt I caused. But her heart, her desire, is louder, more insistent, so when I dip my head and brush the lightest of kisses over her lips, she doesn’t pull back. Instead, she freezes in position, letting me have that briefest taste of her. But it doesn’t sate my need. If anything, it only fuels it.
I pull away before I’m unable to resist anymore and pull her back to my side.
“Come on, I want you to see inside, and we need to start the fire.”
“Fire?”
“Yeah. You want to toast marshmallows, right?”
“Uh… who are you and what have you done with that arrogant piece of shit, Reese Baron Whitfield?”
I throw my head back on a laugh, so fucking relieved that she’s agreed to be here with me, that she hasn’t lost her spark through all this bullshit.
We walk around the little bonfire I built last night and head toward the tipi. It’s not much more than a glamorous tent, but I did manage to organise a huge blow-up bed for us—assuming she lets me in it—for us to sleep on, so at least it’ll be comfortable.
We’ve got a little makeshift kitchen, and there’s even a portaloo outside. But it’s ours for the weekend if she’s willing to put up with it.
The one thing I ensured was here waiting for her is the first thing she latches onto when we step inside.
“Reese, why are there two yoga mats?”
“I thought it was about time you taught me some of those moves.”
“For real? The big bad rugby player wants to do yoga?”
“Sure, why not? You look hot as fuck when you curl up like a pretzel. I’m sure I can make good use of myself.”
“Sounds like you have something else in mind other than yoga.”
“As long as it helps you relax, I’ll be whatever you need, babe. Plus, I was doing some research, and there are a few positions that are great for—”
