Page 17 of The Last Good Man

His eyes follow his hands while mine soak in the story of his face.

He’s a gorgeous man, but inside him lives a tattooed devil.

I like how both of them make me feel.

“I can give you a thousand reasons why,” he says in a hoarse, sultry voice that makes me quiver.

“Why are you shaking?”

He looks straight into my eyes.

I’m not shaking.

That lie doesn’t make it to my lips.

“Why would someone like you need someone like Thomas anyway?” he drones on.

“I don’t need Thomas.”

His eyebrows move into a puzzled expression.

“Sure… Why would you fuckhim now?”

I arm myself with patience to refute his statement, but I don’t get the chance.

“Stop pretending, and just say it. You don’t care about Thomas. You see a shrink because you care about yourself.”

“Don’t you?”

His eyes turn cold.

“Seeing the doctor is part of my conditional release.”

My heart stops for a second before climbing up my chest.

“Isn’t that too much information?”

“I don’t like to waste my time. Plus, an authentic life is lived in truth.”

“Truth had put you in jail.”

“I have no regrets. How is that for scary?” he asks.

“I’m not scared of you.”

“Well…”

His lips open slowly with a smile.

“Ofcourseyou’re not. You have me pressed against your body. My intentions are kind of clear. And are in no way criminal…” he drawls, drinking me in.

Never in my life, a man has looked at me like that.

And then again, men like him would probably look‘like that’at women in general.

That aside,the sticky fingers of a blush cover my cheeks as I struggle to look unaffected.

Slowly, I slide my hands down as if wanting to pull away, but my plan doesn’t come to fruition when the manin front ofme brings his lips to mine and breathes into me.

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