Page 111 of Wicked Rockstar

“Oh, right.” Was he trying to let me down easily? To tell me that this thing between us was just physical?

Killian Hook had been and still was a self-proclaimed bachelor.

Why would he change for me?

I wanted Killian to find someone to love. Someone that was always in his corner, that would cherish the man under the gruff exterior.

Even if it couldn’t be me.

But dammit, I wanted it to be me.

I was ten when my parents died, but I still had so many memories of them locked up in my heart. They were desperately in love. And I wanted that same devotion for myself—and Killian—whether we had it together or separately. After the shit we’d been through in our lives we deserved it.

And if I could show Killian parts of what a loving relationship could be, modeling us after my parents, maybe he’d decide he wanted it, too. I would just play it cool and go slow with him.

“Okay, then Mr. Rockstar. Knowing Ollie, he’s already sent you the email of people for us to talk to. Let’s open it up.”

He sighed and leaned his head back. “I’m making such a mess out of this.”

“A mess of what?” I glanced away not wanting him to see the hurt that likely resided there. I yelped when his fingers dug harder into my hip. “Ouch. Killian, what the hell?”

“Eyes on me, Tink.” The hair on my arms rose at his rough command. “I need you to hear me. I never wanted to be tied down before becausetheyweren’tyou.”

I sucked in a breath.

Holy shit.

I didn’t know how much I needed to hear him say that until he did.

“I have no idea how to be with someone, but with you I want to try. Understand?”

I nodded.

“Words, little fairy.” His sentence reminded me of the night we reconnected.

“Understood.” I looped my arms around his neck. “So does this make you my boyfriend?” I asked in a sing-song tone.

He rolled his eyes and pinched my ass.

We sat there staring at each other grinning.

And for once, everything felt right in my world.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

KILLIAN

“Ihate to break up your lovefest, but we’re here.” Even Max’s sarcasm couldn’t dampen my happiness. Trissa was curled up in the seat next to me, and for once, everything was right in my world.

It had been a long night for both of us.

Tris yawned. “I’m so tired and my feet are killing me.” She winced when she looked down at her heels.

I slid out of the car and helped her out, steadying her when she stumbled slightly.

“Damn these torture devices,” she muttered, trying to maintain her balance.

I could help with that. I scooped her up into my arms.

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