Page 56 of Fierce-Hyde

“Didn’t sound that to me,” he said.

“I know.”

“Don’t say we bring the worst out of each other again. Why can’t we say that we bring something different out? It’s not all bad. I mean, you shouting my name last night wasn’t in anger, was it?”

She snorted. The charming grin he was sending her way was too hard to resist. “No,” she said, grinning. She’d always been so confident in her life, but with men, she struggled more than most. “Not at all. I wasn’t the only one shouting either.”

“And I’m not complaining in the least,” he said, leaning closer to her and kissing her on the lips.

A tender one.

As if she was so fragile she’d break.

She hated anyone to think that about her and had to cut it out.

She was stronger than this.

Just because she’d never opened her heart to a man didn’t mean she couldn’t.

If it was right.

She was still reserving judgment on that, but damn, he was wiggling the lock loose.

“That’s good to know,” she said. She leaned on her side on one elbow. “Can I confess something?”

“I’d like you to,” he said.

“I’m not normally like that in bed. It felt like an out-of-body experience.”

She just felt more than having thoughts in her brain. They didn’t even exist when she was in bed with Hyde.

She was used to thinking everything through in her life. Every plan had multiple steps. Every step had rules.

“So you’re feeling unsure of yourself and that is what is guiding your words and actions with me?”

She shrugged. “My hormones were guiding my actions with you.”

He laughed. “That’s a joke, right? Your eyes are a bit mischievous.”

“Yes,” she said. “It was a joke. As for my actions, maybe my insecurity and uncertainty with how I behaved are playing a part in it.”

“Would it help you any if I said that I loved your actions?”

“It might,” she said, smiling.

He pulled her close and tucked her under his arm. “I want you to just be and act how you feel comfortable. Don’t always try to plan it out. Don’t second-guess yourself either. We all make stupid mistakes in life. We all say things we regret.”

She snorted when he lifted his eyebrows at her. “We do that a lot with each other.”

“And yet we still landed right here.”

“We did,” she said. “I should get up and out of your way.”

“I’m not pushing you out the door,” he said. “I enjoy lying in bed on the weekends.”

“Not me,” she said. “I always have things to do.”

“That means you’re going to get dressed and take off and make me guess when I’ll see you again? Or can we spend the day together?”

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