Page 100 of Love to Hate You

As those words sink in, I realize how special this place is to him and my heart cracks wide open. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

He stares up at the cotton candy-like clouds as they float past.

“I’ve never brought anyone else here.” He glances at me and then yanks his eyes away. “I’ve never wanted to.”

Instead of staying curled up in the crook of his arm, I roll toward him until I’m draped across his chest. “But you wanted to bring me?” My gaze fastens onto his, searching it for more than he’s willing to admit.

“Yeah,” he whispers.

We might be the only two people in the park, but we keep our voices pitched low as if we’re telling secrets.

“Why?” My heart quickens its pace and I feel the heavy thud of it against my ribcage. Whatever he’s about to say feels important.

Carter’s gaze slides from mine and he shrugs, studying the sky as if it holds all the answers. “I like you, Daisy.” He pauses and admits, “A lot.”

My breath stalls. “I like you, too,” I confess before losing my nerve.

Owning up to my feelings are both scary and exhilarating all at the same time. This relationship was supposed to be strictly sex, but it no longer feels that way. Maybe I was fooling myself from the very beginning and it was always more than I allowed myself to believe.

“I think we should tell Noah,” he says.

His words stun me into silence. Carter doesn’t date girls. He fucks them and moves on to the next.

So, what does this mean?

“Is that really what you want?” I ask.

He rolls to his side so that I’m cradled in his arms. Our faces are so close that when his warm breath feathers across my lips, it makes me dizzy. Or maybe it’s the unexpected words coming out of his mouth.

“I’m tired of hiding this. When we’re walking across campus, I want to hold your hand. I want people to know that we’re together.” He pauses for a beat. “You want that too, right?”

A smile blooms across my face as I nod. This relationship has come out of nowhere, but I want it more than anything.

“Good.” His expression relaxes, and he grins before brushing a kiss across my lips. “You belong to me, Daisy Thompson.”

I have no idea how long we lay wrapped in each other’s arms, talking and watching the clouds as they pass overhead. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more contented in my life. As excited as I am to share the news with Noah, I don’t want to burst the fragile bubble we’ve created for ourselves.

It seems almost crazy that Carter feels the same way I do. He wants to be with me just as much as I want to be with him. That thought fills me with so much happiness that I want to laugh and scream. Instead, I slip my hand under his shirt and trail my fingers over the grooved contours of his chest. As soon as I do, need pools between my thighs.

“Mmmm, that feels good, baby,” he groans.

I glance around and notice that the park is still empty. It must be at least three in the afternoon and we haven’t seen a single person since we arrived. Another wave of desire washes over me at the thought of having Carter’s gorgeous cock buried deep inside my body.

Again, I lift my head and look around, searching the area with more scrutiny for any signs of life.

There aren’t any.

So, what’s to stop me from being spontaneous and taking what I want?

Decision made, I balance myself on my hands and knees, crawling on top of him.

He blinks the sleepiness away as his eyes spark with heat. A surprised smile lifts the corners of his lips. “Ummm, what do you think you’re doing?”

I arch a brow and rub my pussy against his growing erection. “Isn’t that obvious?”

He rips his gaze from mine and searches the park. Uncertainty wars with desire. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

You only live once, right?

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