Page 107 of Bad Kind of Love

“A little.” I admit. “I’m worried about Wes.”

He lets out a deep breath, but it wasn’t from annoyance.

He was worried too.

“He’s staying with a friend.”

My eyes widen. “You spoke to him?”

“Yes.”

What?

“What did he say?” I press.

“Just what I told you, nothing more.”

I feel almost relieved. At least I knew he was safe and okay.

“I hate when you’re upset.” He drops a chaste kiss to my forehead and my eyes flutter closed.

“I’m okay now.” I smile.

We stand there for a moment just relishing in each other’s presence when I peer back up at him.

“So what happens now?” I ask.

His brows knit together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean with us? College?”

“Where you go, I go.” He promises.

“So if I want to go to Georgia, you’ll come with me?”

As crazy as that sounded, it made my heart flip.

“I’d follow you to the fucking ends of the earth if I had to.” He swipes a finger across my lower lip. “If Georgia is what you want, then Georgia is what you’ll get.”

My feet rise up on their toes and I crash my lips against his. We move wildly, passionately, a force that sends us into a frenzy of need. Teeth clashing, nails clawing, it was a hunger we couldn’t deny for one another. His hands ravage my body, leaving a trail of fire that sparks the deepest part of my soul.

He was never the monster, never the terrible man I made him out to be. In the end he became a different kind of villain, one that danced in the same darkness as I did and one that fed my soul till we became one.

I was always meant to be his as he was always meant to be mine.

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