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“No. Yes. It’s stupid,” she croaks out, her voice hoarse and low. “I just…I had a fight with my mother and her husband.”
I knew it.
“They were really rude about my house.” She laughs, but it comes out sounding more like a sob than anything else. “Which is such astupidreason to be getting all worked up for.”
“No, it’s not,” I say softly, still running my hands down her side. “What did they say?”
She leans into the touch, her eyelids fluttering shut for a moment. When she opens her eyes again, she gives me a weak smile and then tells me what happened.
By the time she’s finished, my blood is boiling. The way they’ve treated her would be unacceptable for anyone, but to treat your own daughter like that? I think about my parents and how endlessly supportive they are of me and Nel. They weren’t particularly strict with us growing up — we only had to maintain good grades and be polite, and they taught us the value of money from an early age. I don’t imagine there’s much we could do that would have them treating us how Amber’s parents treat her.
“Do you know what’s the worst thing?” she mumbles. “I don’t even hate them. I want to. I want to hate them so badly, but I don’t. I just want to know what I did wrong.”
I cup her face in my hands and force her to look me in the eye. “You’ve done nothing wrong, sweetheart.” We’re so close, I can hear the tiny hitch of her breath when I call her sweetheart. “You’re too good for them, and if they can’t be a part of your life on your terms, then that’stheirloss. Not yours.”
“I know. Logically, I know. It’s just—”
“Sometimes the logical answer isn’t always the easiest one to stomach.”
She bites her lip and nods. “It made me realise something, though.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m tired of feeling like this. I’m tired of being around people whomakeme feel like this.”
“Like what?”
“Bad,” she mumbles. “Like there’s something wrong with me. Like I’m always doing something wrong or I’m chasing after an impossible goal. My parents make me feel like this. Cynthia makes me feel like this. I look in the mirror and I makemyselffeel like this. And I’m tired, Finn. I’m so tired. I just want to feel good again.”
“I want to make you feel good.” I’d do anything if it meant she never felt like this again.
She looks up at me, eyes watery. “You already do.”
My heart soars.
“That’s why I’m here. I wanted to be with you instead of wallowing at home.”
I hook a finger under her chin and lift it, leaning in until our lips are almost brushing. “Let me make you feel good now, sweetheart.”
She drops her gaze, debate flashing across her face. When she looks up at me again, there’s something else in her still watery eyes. Want? Trust? A beautiful mix of the two? “Please make me feel good, Finn.”
I nod and press my lips over hers. She stands up on her tiptoes to meet me hungrily. I can taste the remnants of her salty tears on her, and I pepper her face with kisses determined to rid her cheeks of every last tear streak.
Her arms come to wrap around my neck, and I waste no time hoisting her up. Her skirt bunches up at the waist, giving me full access to her soft thighs. She immediately wraps her legs around my midsection and I groan into the kiss as I palm her ass.
It’s truly a wonderful ass.
Soft and pliable under my hands, and it’s got a nice bounce to it when I give it a tentative slap. I do it again and she lets out a pleased little hiss and arches farther into my touch. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of the sounds she makes, particularly her moans. They sound like they come from the very depths of her chest, low and needy —soneedy. She wants more.
Sheneedsmore. And I’m more than happy to give it to her.
I walk us to the desk and drop her onto it. We’ve never used it, preferring the beanbags I bought that first week, but this seems as good a way as any to christen it. She doesn’t question the choice and immediately opens up her legs so I can stand between them.
Her thighs press against mine, and I can feel an obsession building. I want her legs wrapped around my neck, her thighs on either side of my face, squeezing tightly as she comes undone. She could smother me to death with them for all I care and I’d thank her for it.
She scootches back slightly, taking her skirt with her as she goes, and I get a flash of purple panties. I lean forward and dip my thumb under the thin band of purple elastic below her belly button.
“Do you always wear such pretty panties, sweetheart?”
