Page 149 of Naughty November

“You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a liar.”

I let out a derisive snort, head banging against the door. On the other side, I heard Parrish slide down and land against the floor with a quiet thump.

“I’m fine,” I said again, hoping it sounded more convincing.

“Well.” He laughed under his breath. “I’m not.”

“Did you go too far?” I asked.

“Open the door and I’ll tell you.”

I dragged my tongue across the front of my teeth. “What was the secret?”

“Open the door and I’ll tell you everything.”

I didn’t want to open the door, but my legs and arms and hands moved of their own volition. The door opened and there he was, sitting on the floor in the hallway of my rented New York apartment, buck naked with his cock soft and wet against his thigh. I returned to my place on the floor in the bathroom, stretching my legs as far as the cramped space would allow.

“The door is open,” I told him.

“I went too far with you,” he said gently, mouth twisted into a grimace.

Licking my lips, I nodded, blinking back tears.

The situation was absurd—I wasn’t a crier. I never had been, and yet I was freshly fucked and debased, sitting on my floor with cum leaking out of my ass and tears out of my eyes, and I couldn’t stop. Scrubbing a hand down my face, I turned my attention to the ceiling so I didn’t have to see the apology on Parrish’s face.

“I went too far,” he said again, as if the first time wasn’t enough, “and I fell in love with you.”

My eyebrows shot up and I jerked my head in his direction, pulse stuttering in my neck. “What did you say?”

He reached out tentatively, hand hovering over my thigh before he slowly lowered it and brought us back into contact. His hand was warm, grip broad around my trembling muscle.

“I’m in love with you.” Parrish shifted onto his knees, then forced himself into my small bathroom and straddled my lap, taking my face into his hands. “I fell in love with you.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Does it matter?”

My eyes rolled involuntarily, and Parrish leaned in, slanting our mouths together and licking past my lips with a patience and kindness he’d never shown me before that moment. I whimpered, goingpliant beneath him and reluctantly resting my hands on the swell of his hips.

“Why did you start crying?” he asked, peppering the corner of my mouth with gentle kisses, a far cry from the way he normally touched and handled me.

“Because I’m in love with you too,” I admitted, pressing my forehead against his.

Parrish’s fingers against my cheeks dug in deeper, and he jerked my head until I was forced to look him in the eye.

“Say it again.”

“I’m in love with you.” I blinked hard, tears falling. “I love you, and you’re not here. You’re going to leave, and?—”

He cut me off, crashing our mouths together and kissing me until I was hard again. Kissing me until I was hard and his hips gyrated against me, moans slipping past his lips and onto my tongue.

“If you want me to stay, I’ll stay.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Isn’t it?” Parrish reared back, brows scrunched in confusion.

“Your life is on Chance Island.”

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