Page 64 of Twisted Little Thing

"I should have showed my appreciation for you, protected you from those hordes," I say. "Instead I tried to hide you away. At that moment, I honestly thought I was doing the right thing – for you and me. But I realize now, I didn't. If anything, I made you feel the same way Sheila made me feel back then."

I pause and look at her with a serious face, trying my best to convey my true feelings.

"I know how you feel," I repeat. "And I hate myself for making you suffer this way."

"Why did you do it, then?" she asks.

I sigh. "I can't tell you, baby girl. I really can't. It was what came to mind at that moment."

"I am not only talking about that moment," she presses. "But the days after, too. You didn't warn me that those pictures might get published. I hardly heard anything from you. And you didn't pick up your phone..."

"Yes, you're absolutely right," I agree. "That was shitty behavior on my part. And I want to make it up to you."

"How?" she wants to know.

"Honesty," I say simply. "I will tell you everything you want to know. About me. About me and Sheila. You deserve to have your questions answered."

She raises her eyebrows, visibly surprised.

"Did you lose interest?" I ask.

"No," Nicky hurries to reply. "I just didn't expect this."

I smile. "Good, I like to surprise you."

She clears her throat. We are still standing somewhat awkwardly next to her kitchen table. She distances herself from me, but motions for me to follow her.

"Let's go to my room," she suggests. "I don't like standing here."

She makes an effort to turn around and walk out of the kitchen, but I grab her wrist and hold her back.

"No," I say. "I want to talk to you first. If we go into your room, I guarantee you there will be no talking, I will rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless."

Her eyes widen and she blushes, which doesn’t make things easier. I want nothing more than to make things up to her the best way I know how to, but I want to get these things out. I want to tell her everything, I need to.

"Would that be so bad?" she asks. "If we’d play a little and then—"

I smirk at her.

"My cute girl," I say huskily. "I missed you. A lot more than you think. I'll devour you like no other. I crave you."

"Well, then –" she stutters, but gets interrupted by me again.

"But we need to talk first," I urge. "We really do."

I pull her back towards meand plant a little kiss on her forehead. Then, I beckon her to have a seat.

I want to have this talk now. She has handled the trouble and my shitty behavior so well that I can’t wait to see how she’ll handle the truth about me and Sheila. It’s a simple truth, but one that says a lot about what it means to be mine.

She reluctantly follows my gesture, but makes sure to cast me a playful frown.

"You sure you don't want anything to drink?" she repeats her question from earlier.

I shake my head. "Just take a seat."

She obeys and places herself opposite me.

I look at her expectantly and she returns the same look of anticipation.

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