Page 75 of Filthy Little Secret

TIM:How late is your thing tonight?

ME:Nine.

TIM:I need to talk to you.

ME:We’ll be home around ten thirty.

TIM:Can I meet you at your place?

ME:I already told Mom I’d stay here for brunch tomorrow.

TIM:Then I’ll meet you there.

He needs to talk to me? But he wants to either meet at my place or here?

I know what this is. It’s a breakup.

He wants to call it off.

Tears rush to my eyes, and I know I can’t cry right now because I’ll fuck up my makeup and look like fucking Frankenstein, but the harder I try to keep from crying, the more I want to break down. I turn to the window so Mom, who sits beside me, won’t see how upset I am.

At least she’ll get her fucking wish.

Don’t do this to me, Tim. Don’t do this to us.

When we finish up at the benefit and return home, I pace in my room, wondering what Tim’s going to say, planning out my arguments. I’m not letting him out of this. He’s come too far with me, and if he’s going to let one thing destroy us, then he’s got another fucking thing coming.

It’s driving me nutty, and when I get a text from him to let me know he’s near, I text him back and tell him to creep around the house.

I sneak into the closet with our security system and remove the DVD from the security cameras—something I got real good at doing in high school. Then I creep into the cellar. The house is big enough, no one’s going to notice.

I open the cellar door, and Tim hurries in.

“Feels so dangerous,” he says, a broad smile across his face, his eyes lit up as he looks at me.

I’m ready to fight him. Ready to remind him of what we have when he moves quickly toward me, kissing me. He shoves me back against the wall and wraps his arms around me. My thoughts scatter as my body erupts with pleasure and excitement. It’s like everything in me is just relieved he’s not going to tear his magical touch away from me.

I don’t know what’s come over him, but his kiss lets me know that whatever it is, I don’t have anything I need to worry about.

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TIM

Iwas so fucking happy to see his pretty face that I couldn’t control myself.

Couldn’t resist having his body against mine.

Fuck words. Fuck apologies. I’ll have time for that in a minute. Right now, I’m just glad he’s letting me stick my tongue down his throat.

I slide my hand under his shirt.

My body’s missed him so much.

I pull away and gaze into those gorgeous blue eyes.

“I was thinking I was gonna spend tonight keeping you from breaking up with me,” he says.

He might have needed to if it hadn’t been for Nanna.

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