Page 50 of Obsessed with the Player

Because her ex might not have actually flirted with me, but she never tried to push me away, she considered me for a minute, and honestly? It was a minute too long when Dan was involved.

Protectiveness and possessiveness both swirled inside me.

Dan swallowed, looking at me, studying my eyes like he couldn't believe it, like he was trying to find proof that it was a lie, but he wouldn't find any. Because it wasn't.

“I don't want you to leave,” I said again. “And I'm sorry I was never brave enough to tell you how I felt, because I was scared of how much you hated me, and I thought you’d never give me a chance.” I stopped, throat tightening. “But you deserve it. You deserve every fucking good thing, Dan, and if you let me, I want to give it to you.”

I wanted to give himeverything.

Dan's eyes were red again, shiny with unshed tears, and he said, “You'll get bored of me.”

“Because you think I'm a player?”

“No, because– because I'm nothing special.”

My jaw tightened. “Try me. I dare you.”

Dan stared at my lips for a second before looking back up. “You know peer pressure does nothing to me, don't you?”

“It's been working well enough for me until now, hasn’t it?” I asked, my lips twitching up, heart racing.

Dan stared at my lips again.

“I’m not going to kiss you this time, it's going to have to be you.”

His eyes shot up to mine. He bit his lip. “But what if I like it when you do it?”

He wanted to kill me, didn't he?

“I won't unless you ask me.”

I brushed my finger against his jaw, his chin.

Our eyes met and it felt like a million sparks went off inside of my chest. “Can I stay?”

“Can I keep you?” I asked, meeting his question with mine. “Will you let me keep you even if I'm a little unhinged sometimes when it comes to you, even if I'm an ass and you sort of hate me, and I want to keep you to myself all the time?”

Dan’s lips twitched up now. “I guess I'm used to the madness.”

“You didn't say you didn't hate me.”

“Because I do hate you,” he said, tugging me closer. “I hate how mad you make me, how much you twist me up and make me squirm with your asshole eyes and lips and grins…”

I couldn’t helpbutgrin. “Yeah? Anything else?”

“Are you going to fucking kiss me or what?”

Finally. My chest felt lighter than a feather. My heart raced with delight and I couldn’t stop it.

I couldn’t stop how much I just loved this moment, everything about this man.

How much I lovedDan.

Even if I couldn’t tell him yet.

Someday, I would.

But until then, I would make sure he knew he was mine.

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