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We only have a few more hours left together.
My lips graze her temple. “Tell me something I don’t know, something that no one knows about you.”
“Like what? There’s plenty you don’t know.”
Anxiety kicks at my gut. I want to know everything about her, but we don’t have enough time.
“Anything, but it has to be something you’ve never told anyone. If you want, I’ll go first.”
She hums her approval, and I tilt my head back and tighten an arm around her. “I love that you’re a librarian. You don’t want to know how many times I’ve fantasized about you.”
“What? You have?”
“Yeah. When I first saw you at the library.” My heart pounds, imitating the beat of a heavy metal song. Loud and thrashing.
“When?” With that one word, it’s clear how much she wants me to tell all.
“I don’t know. It was early days. I was returning some books for my mom and you were helping Mr. Cooper with something on one of the computers. You didn’t see me.” My voice carries a wistful quality as I’m taken back to that day. “You were in a tight black skirt…what do you call it? Something like a crayon skirt? Or is it marker?”
She curls into my chest and laughs. “It’s a pencil skirt.”
The lilting vibration sets off a chain reaction within me. Warmth spreads from the center of my chest outward, lungs constricting, muscles coiling, and all my nerve endings tingling to life.
“Yeah. That’s it. You in a pencil skirt, your fucking long legs in high heels and those black-rimmed glasses you sometimes wear…”
I lose myself in the vision of her, only prompted back to the here and now by the sound of her voice. “And?”
“And… Wren, you were fucking sexy as hell. My fantasy come to life.” I bend my head and search for her mouth.
I plant kisses on her eyelashes, then the tip of her nose, before my tongue pries open her mouth. All the while, blood pounds in my ears, drowning out any doubts or worries about what comes after tonight.
Because I don’t know where we go from here. If I stay, be with Wren—what I want more than anything else in this world—I might as well hand her father, her sister, and Wren over to the Malones for them to do with them as they wish.
Winslow Grove is a small town, and while the Tylers are well-respected and much loved, the Malones have money. I don’t even want to think about what they might do. I can’t do that to Wren and her family. I won’t do that to them—I love them all too much—and if I did, that would make me one selfish bastard.
Wren digs her fingers into my scalp and pulls her mouth away, maybe sensing my mind has wandered into dark territory. “You okay?”
“More than okay.”
“Tell me then, what exactly did you fantasize about?”
My lips ghost over hers. “I wanted to bend you over the long front desk of the library and haul your skirt up to bare your ass and fuck you senseless. Not giving a fuck who sees. I’d want everyone to know you’re with me.”
Her breath hitches and thighs rub together. I love how responsive she is and sense she’s on the verge of losing control.
I’m more than happy to join her, but she straightens and clears her throat. “The glasses are fake. Just for fashion.”
“I don’t fucking care. You’re hot as fuck in them. Now it’s your turn.”
“Um, I don’t know.”
The silence between us churns with tension, and I can’t tell if it’s because she’s searching for something to say or if we’re both very aware that our time together is quickly coming to an end.
“Come on, Wren, what have you got for me?”
“Okay. I didn’t tell you the whole story about why I’m afraid of the dark.” She lowers her voice and seems to shrink a little beside me, then burrows still closer.
“Okay. What’s the whole story?”
