Page 79 of I Wish You Were Mine

I nearly drop my mug at the sound of the door sliding open behind me. Stomach taking a swan dive, I turn around and there she is.

Maren.

Tiny.

She stands in the doorway, dressed in a Carolina Cheer hoodie and yoga pants. Her eyes are swollen but she still smiles as she teases, “Imagine finding you out here. Something on your mind?”

Everything inside me swoops. The crying, the hurt—I fucking hate it. It ends tonight. I gotta make things right, and then I gotta make this woman mine.

My hand shakes as I put down my coffee.

I’m shaking as my legs eat up the space between us in one, two huge strides.

Her eyes go up, up. Locked on mine. Her lips part.

I take her face in my hands.

I lean in and kiss her, hard.

seventeen

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Maren

Change of Heart

Tuck’smouth is soft and hot against mine.

I’m so caught off guard that for a heartbeat I just stand there, feet frozen to the ground. The house is warm at my back. The night is cold at my front.

But Tuck—Tuckburns. I’m surprised I don’t see smoke curling off his skin. The chill dissipates as he steps into me, trapping my legs between his. Our thighs, hips, and bellies are flush, sending a shockwave of arousal through my body.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t believe this is happening.

What? How?Why?

All I know is that his kiss is all I want.

That Tuck isall I freaking want.

I taste the coffee on his tongue when he licks into my mouth. I rise up on my tiptoes and curl my hand around the nape of his neck and silently beg him for more, deepening the kiss as I pull harder on his mouth. He’s panting, breath coming in hot spurts against my cheek. His stubble scratches my skin.

I like it, I tell him as I give his hair a tug.

He groans, his hand finding my ass so he can press me against him.

I glide my hands over his bare shoulders. His naked chest. I dig my fingers into his stubble. I can’t get enough of him.

I was coming out here in search of answers. Or perhaps confirmation of the answers I already had. I couldn’t sleep, so I threw on a sweatshirt and headed over to the house, careful not to make any noise. I was hoping the stars might... I don’t know, remind me I’m small and so is my time here, so might as well take chances. Follow my heart.

Then I saw a figure already out on the deck, and everything inside me leapt. I know Tuck is out here searching for the same things I am. How can we be so damn different, but also so alike?

His mouth moves to my neck. I furrow my brow at the sharp need that slices through me, settling in the tips of my breasts and my clit.

My nipples ache, but I still find myself pressing them against Tuck’s chest in search of more friction. His hands are all over me now, one of them slipping inside my sweatshirt. He flattens his palm on my stomach at the same time he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on mine.

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