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A new feeling arises. It spins around in my mind like water circling in a drain as I try to decide on what it is. Finally, it hits me—a sense of belonging. To him.
No.
No! No! No!
My heart starts to pound. A madman on a snare drum behind my ribs. Swiftly, a cold sweat springs up on my chest and spreads to my underarms. It’s impossible to breathe or swallow.
I don’t want to belong to Kieran. I’ve belonged to someone my whole life. I’m tired of being a possession.
He once represented safety. All I wanted to run toward.
Now he represents everything I want to escape.
This cannot be happening.
Just because my body, my heart, and my soul crave him, I don't have to belong to him.
I belong to no one.
For the first time in my life, I have the chance to be myself. To be my own person.
Why can't my body and my heart respect that?
I groan and squeeze the blankets to my face.
Kieran McGregor.
Damned chemistry.
Damned history.
Just damn.
Yet, deep inside, I know it’s impossible to wash away all the emotions that tie us together. He was my first. My only. He broke my heart without me even realizing what happened.
Then there’s the baby we made together that he doesn’t even know about…
So many hidden truths.
Inextricable lines. Threads that weave our fabric together and make it impossible for me to see clearly. To separate myself from him.
The only absolute truth is the fact that I am screwed.
I shove off the blanket and bolt to my feet. The scent of Kieran’s soap, his musk, and the scent of his heated skin stir around me. Enveloping me. Suffocating me. Drowning me.
Reminders. Everywhere.
I’ve lost another part of myself last night and I’m not sure if I love it or hate it. The weight of what’s happening between us feels almost too much to bear.
My feet may as well be encased in lead as I pad across the thick rug. The house is very quiet, but it’s like I’m being drawn by a magnet. A big, bossy Irishman magnet.
It would appear that Kieran’s in the kitchen because that’s where I seem to be going.
I’m covering a yawn when I step through the doorway into the expansive room. The room is much brighter this morning now that the storm has moved on. Sun is kissing the pale-yellow walls and stainless appliances giving the space a warm, cozy vibe.
Which is in stark contrast to Kieran. Standing by the French doors, he’s dressed completely. Freshly pressed white dress shirt. Tailored gray pants. All of it perfectly contoured to his hulking body. Black, polished dress shoes and matching belt. He looks good enough to devour.
Over and over...
