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His eyebrows rising to his hairline tell me everything I need to know. “Of course, I believe that. I’ve seen you dance. I’ve seen you cheer. I’ve seen the hard work you put into your passion. Not many people have the chance to find something that drives them in life.” He sighs. “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. It’s magical.”
I scratch my throat, the rye bread suddenly too dry for me. “Erm…thanks, I guess.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Look, there’s nothing you can do about your dad and Luke but promise me you won’t stop dancing. Even as a hobby.”
I nod dumbly, repeating the gesture over and over again. “Okay.”
“Promise, Sweets.”
“I-I promise.”
My heart somersaults in my chest when his bright smile spreads on his handsome face.
“Good girl.”
And there it is.
That fucking dimple.
Please, someone save me. The devil has the face of an angel. He has a hold on my soul, and he won’t let me rest in peace.
Will I ever be free of Christopher Murray?
Not if I keep melting every time I see his dimple.
Not if I let him be the only one to plant seeds of hope in my heart just so he can watch my dreams grow.
“Chris,” I huff. “Stop calling me that.”
He’s too quick to reply, proving he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Calling you what?”
“You know what.”
He grabs a piece of popcorn, throwing it in the air and catching it in his mouth. “Enlighten me, baby.”
I narrow my eyes at him, but something hot spreads in my lower stomach.
“Stop calling me a good girl.”
He doesn’t even pretend to be confused. “Why would I? You’re being a good girl for me.”
“I’m not…” I can’t help a soft laugh. “Only because you set everything up for me to be.”
Pushing the platter away, he slides closer to me. “So what? Doesn’t it feel good?”
My throat dries up, my stomach twisting. “Don’t get any closer.”
He does. “Answer me.”
“I’m not answering you. You’re tricking me into turning you on.”
His laugh is beautiful. Soft, warm, relaxing. Especially when he throws his head back and I can see the sharpness of his jaw from another angle.
He’s a little more serious when he looks at me again. “Little one, I don’t need to trick you into turning me on. Your simple existence is enough.”
“S-stop.”
I say that, but I don’t move away when he gets close enough that I feel the warmth pouring out of his skin. I tell him to stay away, but my heart races when he looks down at me and puts a strand of hair behind my ear.
