Page 171 of Twisted Collide

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Dane Sinclair.”

“I love you too, Hellfire. But can you make me a promise?”

“Depends what it is?” I challenge because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t.

“No more walking the tightrope, okay? I’ll be your gravity if need be.” He leans in and places a kiss on my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he deepens it.

“Take me home,” I say against his mouth.

“Whatever you want, Hellfire. Whatever you want.”

“I want you.”

“Good, ’cause you’re stuck with me now.”

“And you’re stuck with me.”

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DANE

I don’t hesitateto bring her back to my house. My head is still spinning when we get there. I want to make this work with her, and in order to do that, I need to be honest.

Once out of the car, we walk into my living room, and I start to pace.

Josephine sits on the couch, watching me. She is most likely confused. Hell, I am, so I don’t doubt that she is too.

She trusted me.

After everything that has happened between us, she trusts me. She got up on that damn ledge again and knew I would keep her safe.

Now it’s time to show her that I trust her.

I continue to pace the room, working up the courage to tell her that one thing I have never told anyone. Once I’m standing directly in front of her, I come to a stop.

The air in the room feels heavier than normal, making ithard to breathe.

Will she understand why I did what I did?

With my head tilted down, our gazes lock.

Her large blue eyes are filled with nothing but love and compassion. She’ll understand. I know she will.

“I need to tell you something.” A nervous feeling weaves its way through my body. Despite knowing how she feels about me, I’ve never told anyone what I’m about to tell her.

Josephine fidgets with her hands in her lap. “Okay. I’m listening.”

I clear my throat. It feels like I’m gargling rocks. “Fuck, I don’t even know how to say this.”

She stops moving her hands and reaches one out to squeeze mine. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” I sigh.

She cocks her head, brow raised. “Then what is it?”

“I’m scared,” I admit.

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