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Blowing out another shaky breath, she closed the space between us. “That depends.”
“On what?” My tone was low and gruff, and when I felt her hand entwine with mine, I couldn’t stop the shiver that racked through me.
“On what you do next,” she whispered, leaning up on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to the curve of my jaw.
Fuck.
This girl.
Pulling back slightly, she locked her green eyes on mine. “You’re not running.” Leaning in, she pressed another soft kiss to my cheek, lingering a little longer this time. “That’s always a good sign.”
Jesus.
“Molloy,” I half-growled, half-groaned, as she continued to blow my world apart with soft, featherlight kisses to my cheek, getting closer and closer with each one. “It’s a bad idea.”
“Don’t worry,” she said in a soft tone, as she reached up and stroked her thumb over my cheekbone. “It’ll be safe with me, Joe.”
“What will?”
“Your trust.”
My survival instinct kicked into gear, demanding I ward this girl off because she was getting way too close to my weak spot. “You think I trust you?”
“Maybe not yet.” She cupped my face in between her hands, pressing me to look at her, and Jesus, she took the air clean out of my lungs with that move. “But you will.”
Forcing myself to hold my breath and not pant breathlessly like a fucking tool, I absorbed every sensation that trickled through my body, knowing full well that no one had ever affected me like this girl.
“I see you, Joey Lynch,” she continued to say, stroking her nose against mine.
“Yeah,” I replied in a gruff tone. “I see you too, Molloy.”
“No.” Shaking her head, she shifted closer, pressing her body flush against mine. “I mean that Iseeyou.”
My heart thundered wildly in my chest, though on the outside I didn’t move a muscle. “If you really saw me, therealme, you’d be running by now.”
A sad smile pulled at her lips. “You really believe that don’t you?”
I didn’t answer.
Didn’t need to.
She already knew that she hit the nail on the head with that statement.
"You're tired of being alone," she whispered against my lips. "You're tired of being let down." She kissed me again. "Of being hurt."
“Stop,” I warned, tensing. “Don’t try to psychoanalyze me. Don’t play those games with me, Molloy. I don’t fucking like them," I added, feeling my walls go flying back up at a rapid pace. "You don’t know shit about me, so back the hell off."
"I think I do know you," she argued right back, unwilling to unlock her hold on me, so that I could get some much-needed breathing space. "I think I've finally figured you out."
"Bullshit." Running a hand through my hair in frustration, I jerked away from her touch, feeling completely naked around this girl. “So, you met my family once and think you know it all. You saw a few scratches on my back. Big deal. You don’t know shit, Molloy. Not a goddamn thing – stop it!" I warned again, holding a hand up as I backed the fuck away. "Don’t look at me like that!"
"Like what, Joe?"
Her voice was soft, her eyes warm, as she closed the much-needed space I'd put between us.
"Hmm?" Reaching up, she cupped the back of my neck. "Don’t look at you like you matter?"
With a sharp tug, she dragged my face down to hers and pressed another hot kiss to my lips.
