Page 83 of Taming Georgia

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me, Wyatt. Talk to me,” I plead as a sob gets caught in my throat. I swipe my fingers beneath my eyes, catching some of my tears. “Talk to me,” I say again.

His shoulders rise with a sigh, and he stands before turning to face me. In his blues, I see brokenness, and my chest aches, as I know that I’m the cause of his hurt. My lip quivers, and I keep my stare on his, silently begging him to come to me. After many shaky breaths and broken heartbeats, he does.

He walks past me, and I follow him as he leads us down a quiet hallway. He steps into a vacant room and closes the door.

“Talk,” he says, defeated.

“Well …” I stumble on my words. Now that I have his attention, my brain is completely scattered, and I don’t know where to start. I sense him getting agitated. “Um,” I say for lack of anything better.

“Well? Um? Good talk. I have to go now.”

“Wait.” I reach my hand out and clench his forearm. “Just wait. Give me a moment.”

Wyatt pulls his arm from my grasp and crosses his arms in front of his chest. I inhale a calming breath.

“I love you,” I tell him. “I really love you. And the thing is, you’re the first man I’ve ever felt this way for. This is new to me and really scary. You’re right; I ran. I was afraid, terrified. I don’t know how to do this.” I chuckle sadly.

“I don’t know how to open my heart up to someone and be vulnerable in that way. You know what it’s like to be abandoned, but the thing is that I’ve always left before I could be. I love you so much that the thought that I could lose you scared me more than any Mexican cartel ever could.”

I shake my head. “Moving around my whole life, I’m an expert at talking to and making friends with new people. Put me in a room with anyone, and we’ll leave as buddies. But I’ve always known that those relationships were temporary. They were always categorized into the Here for Now place in my brain, and as soon as I moved to a different place, they were replaced with new people. I’ve never been afraid of losing anyone, outside of my sister and my parents, because from the second I meet people, I know, in a matter of time, I’ll be gone.”

Wyatt takes a breath, and his features soften. Hope expands in my chest, and I pray that he’s truly hearing what I’m saying.

“Somewhere along the line, you left that Here for Now category and moved over to the Forever place in my heart. You’re the first person, outside of my family, to ever reach it. Then, I started to think,What if he isn’t forever? What if he leaves me? How would I handle that?” I shrug. “I don’t know how I would. So, I left, to make sure that you’d never leave me.”

More tears stream down my cheeks. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t prepared to fall in love with you.”

I blink, and Wyatt’s in front of me, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling my mouth to his. The kiss isn’t hard and frantic like I thought it’d be. It’s soft and sad.

It’s a broken boy forgiving a broken girl.

It’s two very flawed people coming together in pieces to make a whole.

It’s hopeful and scared, all at once, and it’s everything.

It’s everything.

And it’s worth the fight.

25

“I truly see Georgia now—not just her perfections, but her flaws, too. And I love her even more.”

—Wyatt Gates

Georgia’s moan as I slide into her wetness is the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. It drives me to the bridge of insanity, like everything about her does. Every. Fucking. Thing.

She’s turned away from me. Her long blonde hair, still wet from the shower, falls to cover her face as I continue my assault. My fingers splay across the toned skin of her shoulders, and every time her ass pushes back to hit me, I want to explode.

We’re frantic now, our bodies pounding against each other, chasing another orgasm that we’re desperate for. Georgia slides a hand between her legs, and the image of her touching herself makes me growl loudly into the dark room. She whimpers and cries out as her body starts to shake.

Fuck yes.

I thrust into her hard, sending her body forward, and she throws her free hand out against the headboard to stop from hitting it. Our skin slaps together.

More moans.

Labored breaths.

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