Page 96 of Wright Kind of Trouble

He slid his hands down and grasped my ass. “That you are.”

“I should show you the rest of the house.” I turned in place. “Here’s the whole thing.”

He snorted. “I haven’t seen your room yet.”

My head was fuzzy with need at those words. “Well, I could show you, but we have to talk first.”

“Do we?”

“Ye-yes,” I stammered out as he backed me toward a wall.

“Bailey going to be home soon?”

“She…she said she’d stay elsewhere tonight,” I murmured.

“Good.”

My back hit the wall with a thud. His eyes were molten with desire. My mouth went dry.

“But…”

“Need to fuck my girlfriend.”

He pushed his hands up the black minidress I’d worn to graduation, moving it over my hips.

“Girlfriend,” I whispered.

“That’s what you are, right?”

“Does that make you my boyfriend?”

The words tasted delicious on my tongue.

“Baby girl,” he said, his blue eyes so vibrant, “I will be whatever you want me to be. I waited all this time for you.”

“I never thought you would.”

He nodded. “Remember when you thought I was with Elsie that time at the Cosmere concert? The jealousy in your eyes?”

“Yes.”

“You never had any reason to be jealous.”

“Well, I mean…it’s been three years. I figure you were with other people.”

“I wasn’t.”

I froze at those words. “What?”

“I haven’t been with anyone else. It’s you. It’s always been you.”

Tears came to my eyes at the words that I’d longed to hear all this time. The ones that I’d held back out of fear that it wasn’t reciprocated. At the terror that it wasn’t going to work out. And now, he was saying everything I’d ever wanted to hear.

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Harley

The world disappeared at those words.

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