Page 36 of Sinful Secrets

Oh. My. God.

He practically confessed his love for me.

After beating the shit out of my ex.

Say something, Savannah, or he’s going to think we don’t feel the same way.

Do I feel the same way?

Is it too soon?

He breaks the silence. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”

His tone is borderline cheerful, like he’s not disappointed I didn’t confess my feelings for him.

I turn to look at him. “You can come inside and help me pick up beads from the couch and floor if you want. It might keep me from saying something to my roommate that I might regret later.”

“Do I need to say something to her?”

I glance down at the blood on his knuckles. “I think you’ve said enough for tonight.”

He holds out his non-bloody hand. “Then let’s go pick up beads. Do I even want to know how or why your beads are on the couch and on the floor?”

“No, because I don’t have the spare time or money to bail you out of jail tonight. Besides, you saw the ending of it.”

“Now I need to know.”

I squeeze his hand and pull him to the front door of the building. “No, you don’t. I think it will be better for everyone to forget tonight and just move on with their lives.”

He spins me around, pulling me to his chest until there’s not even a breath between us. “You will tell me what happened and what was said.”

His eyes are nearly black and demanding, but I see the concern and worry in his gaze.

Standing on my tiptoes, I press my lips to his for a second before whispering, “I’ll tell you one day, but not tonight. I won’tlet you hit a woman, and Connor needs to heal a bit before going another couple rounds with you.”

“Let’s find your beads so I can go a couple of rounds with you tonight.” His hips press into mine. His erection is hard and ready to be between my legs.

I chuckle and use my key fob to unlock the front door. “I have to finish beading my clutch first, but as soon as I’m done with that, I’m all yours.”

“You have to do what?” His expression mimics the confusion in his voice.

“Bead my clutch.”

“Beat your clutch? Do I even want to know what that means?”

“Bead. B-E-A-D. Like hand sewing beads onto a small purse called a clutch.”

“Oh, that makes more sense. For a second there, I thought that was code for masturbation or something.” His smirk turns into a grin.

I laugh out loud until I’m clenching my stomach and tears are rolling down my face. “God, I love this. Every day I’m with you is an adventure.”

He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me to the elevator. “And I love you, Savannah.”

Chapter Eight

SPENCER

The shrill soundof incessant honking sets my nerves on edge, and I’m not even driving. I’m just a passenger in a vast sea of yellow taxi cabs inching their way forward to their destinations.

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