AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Then he brushed his lips across her forehead.
“You’ll see.”
Nineteen
Raven
With that cryptic statement, he started to stand.
To go.
And…
All she could hear was Aunt Pat’s voice in her head, telling her to live her life, to forget about her baggage.
That she deserved to be happy.
And…she’d been thinking.
So much that she knew she was tired of sitting on the sidelines, tired of feeling like shit.
And ready.
To…
She grabbed his wrist as he stood, stopping him before he could back up further, could leave, could go home and leave her with this feeling—
She was finally ready and if she didn’t seize this moment…
Then she was going to live with a lifetime of regrets.
He hesitated, glanced down at her. “You oka—”
She lurched to her feet, threw her arms around his shoulders, and pressed her front to his. He was hard and warm and strong.
“Rave—”
“Shh,” she whispered, reveling in the strength of him.
She hadn’t…
God, she hadn’t even let herself havethis.
This comfort that came from being held by someone stronger than her, the way it soothed, but also…ramped. Her pulse. Her nerves prickling. The way she was felt soft and small andprotected.
God, she hadn’t had this insolong.
She sighed, knew she’d melted against him and somehow didn’t care.
Probably because his arms had immediately wrapped around her, because he hadn’t shied away from the contact, because she had been enveloped in his warmth, his smell, inhim.
In Connor.
“Can I talk now?” he asked a long moment later.
“Is it going to piss me off?” she asked into his chest.
“Probably.”
