Page 70 of Forget Me Not

Everything’s a mystery, right now. What the fuck am I supposed to say? What do I do with my hands?

“Do you ever get lonely?”

Something new winds through me. Nerves, maybe? I haven’t felt this in a long time, but being here, alone with her when we’re not fucking or fighting . . . how do I not fuck this up?

Put me up against a storm of the century and I’ll face it bravely. Put me up against Nova Fischer when I can’t escape that sweet gaze? I’m fucking done.

“Sometimes. I don’t think about it, though.”

She leans forward, resting her chin on her hand on my chest. Absentmindedly, I run my fingers through the ends of her hair, memorizing each soft curl with my fingertips. This is too intimate and part of—most of—me wants to run the other fucking way.

But there’s that small slice of me that couldn’t tear myself away if I tried. And that’s what keeps me here.

Now’s the time to ask about Jack, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I don’t want him in here, in this space with us when things are so . . . calm. Where both of us are navigating something that’s so much fucking bigger than I think either of us can understand.

“Are we going to be stuck in here?”

“Do you have a date, little bird?”

She rolls her eyes, leaning up until her hair falls around us, creating a dark cocoon of blonde ringlets. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“I didn’t . . . you know.”

“Make me come?” I finish for her, and she sputters. Chuckling, I reach up and brush the hair back from her face. She’s tired. I’m tired. As much as I would love to sink inside her, feel her tightening around me—I also want her screaming my name. “Soon.”

God, I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything. She deserves more than a quick fuck in the bottom of a smelly lobster boat.

She deserves more than me.

Leaning down, she brushes her lips against mine, letting me capture them and pull her into me. I slip my tongue into her mouth and everything around us just stops. I kiss her until her lips are bruised and I’m in danger of walking out of this with a permanent hard-on. Only when her moans get a little too loud and the grinding starts to rock the boat just enough that it may be noticeable, do I yank myself away with a quiet curse.

Fuck whoever’s on the dock. I hope they get caught.

I roll her over until she’s beside me, her legs tangled with mine and my arms around her. “Soon,” I murmur in between sucking and kissing every inch of skin I can reach. “I’m going to break this sweet cunt, little bird. I’ll be burying myself inside you until my name is the only one you’ll remember.”

She shudders, her breath hitching. I can see her smile, hear the sharp intake of breath when I bite down on the lobe of her ear. I kiss a path up to her mouth, harder and hotter as my need for her grows. When I feel like I’m going to suffocate, I force myself to pull back and lean my forehead against hers, my breathing ragged.

“Is that a threat, Mr. Morrison?”

“It’s a promise, Ms. Fischer. Now,” I tug the single pillow up the bed and shove it under her head. “We’ll be here awhile. Get some sleep.”

“You sure you don’t want to talk? We are friends, you know?”

“Nova,” I warn.

“I know,” she chuckles deviously. “It’s just . . . I feel like I need to say this, Reid. I know you’re leaving in September. I don’t want a relationship, either.”

I really don’t like where this is going.

“Okay?”

“Well, I was just hoping we could . . . I don’t know. Have fun until then?”

“Sex?”

“Yes,” she whispers quietly, as if the entire town is right outside the cabin door.

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