Page 62 of Forgive You

“I was there foryou, that night.” She continues with a sigh. “Just you. Nothing else. If you don’t wanna believe that, then…well, then fuck you.”

She picks up her phone, getting out of the car like the thing is on fire, tears threatening to stain her cheeks.

“Jules, wait. Julie.”

“No.” Shaking her head, she holds the car door open but avoids my gaze. “Fuck you. I deserve better.”

She slams the door shut.

Motherfucker.

I can’t stand the look on her face, and I already know I won’t be able to sleep with those sad eyes haunting me until sunrise.

“Argh!” Without questioning myself, I jump out of my car and jog after her.

Blonde hair swishes through the air when she whips her head my way, a questioning look covering her sorrowful expression.

“Jason?”

Without any more hesitations, I take her face in my hands, crushing my mouth against hers, and she melts underneath my touch. It starts slow, just enjoying the heat of her lips against mine. It’s tender, soft, opening a zoo inside my belly. There’s still a hint of lemon lingering when I coax her to open with a swipe of my tongue, and my moan vibrates against her.

Forget about laughing with her. This.Thisis what I missed. Kissing her like there is no tomorrow. Like I can get lost in her, drown in her, and never wanna come back up for air.

It deletes all the rueful memories I have of the last couple of months, catapulting me right back to where I should be.

With her.

She pulls back, our foreheads linked.

“What are you doing?”

I lean back in, kissing her again, then find the spot beneath her jaw that makes her lashes flutter and her leftover defiance disappear.

“Truce.” Another kiss below her ear. “I’m calling a truce.”

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Jason: I’m picking you up at 7.

Julie: It’s 6:45

Jason: See you in fifteen.

Julie: What if I have plans?

Jason: You don’t.

Julie: This is not a truce. It sounds more like a hostile takeover. Or a kidnapping.

Jason: Wear a swimsuit.

Julie: Jason…

Jason: Trust me Jules.

Ten minutes later, something between a groan and a grunt echoes through my car. It’s loud, it’s gut wrenching, and it’s waking up my dick because it’s fueled by an image I’m going to be jerking off to tonight.

She’s looking fucking gorgeous.

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