Page 54 of Cuts Like an Angel: Part 2

He stopped kissing, and she glanced at him. He lifted his head from the seat and stared at her.

“You’re finally beginning to wonder what’s wrong with me. All I do is cry,” she said with a light laugh between stifled sobs.

“I know that I shouldn’t like to see you cry,” he confessed. “But I do. And I’m not even sorry that I do.”

The driveway announced her time of reckoning, bringing back panic. She focused on finishing her confession. “I may have messed up your house while trying to, uh, clean stuff.”

“Our house, Rosie,” he corrected as she parked the car. He glanced out the window. “It’s not burned down,” he observed.

She shook her head, looking at it, and when she turned back to him, he was there, his lips kissing her softly. “You’re still drunk. Maybe that’s a good thing.”

“I am,” he admitted softly as he nipped at her lips. “I’m drunk with you,” he whispered.

“How about you look to see what I did first.”

He finally pulled back slowly, staring at her mouth like he wasn’t the least bit interested in what she’d done.

But Rosie was thinking when he saw the mess, he’d think differently.

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