Page 48 of Butterfly

Damn.I knew it had been coming, but it still stung.

I lowered myself, kissing her unwilling lips, coaxing them until she gasped and they parted for me, saying everything I couldn’t say. Not yet.

My erection strained between us as I smothered her “regret” with my affection, passion, and desire for her.

“The drug left your system hours ago,” I told her. “So then why did you kiss me back?”

“That’s not fair,’ she protested. “You like, made me imprint on you, or some shit.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind, it’s aTwilightthing,” she grumbled.

I brushed that shit off. Bella should’ve picked the werewolf kid, anyway.

“I’ll make this up to you, I promise.” For the rest of our lives, if I had to. “Starting with you staying in bed while I get you water and ibuprofen. Let me take care of you, butterfly.”

“I don’t want you to take care of me. I want yougone.”

“And I want to hold you some more,” I said easily. Or as easily as I could.

“You’re not touching me ever again.”

“That’s not what you wanted last night.”

“Well, I don’t think last night counts if I wasdrugged. I was out of my mind horny, I can’t be blamed for this.”

“Who the hell is talking about blame? What are you really saying here, butterfly?”

“I’m saying that this can’t happen again. And that you need to leave, now.”

“No.”

“Leave, or I call our parents.”

I couldn’t let her do that. When they found out about us, we needed to be a solid, unwavering unit, not at war. If Leslie told her mom, she’d never trust me. My father already barely trusted me. And they’d never believe we had a loving, consenting relationship—which was fair, given the current circumstances. But we would, one day.

I just needed to get her over this hurdle.

“Butterfly, you aren’t going to do that. You aren’t going to tell your mommy you fucked her darling stepson on drugs. How do you think she’ll respond?”

Leslie glared at me. It had been the wrong thing to say. “Get. Out.”

Sighing, I grabbed my jeans and t-shirt, dressing with my back to her so she couldn’t see my face. I could hear her breathing behind me, heavily. If she was crying…

She was. And when she saw me looking at her, she wiped angrily at her face.

“Leave.”

“I’m not leaving while you’re this upset,” I told her as I approached her. “It’s my job as your Daddy to see to your needs—all of them.”

“You aren’t my Daddy,” she countered.

“That’s not what you were saying last night.”

She looked at me. “Are you legitimately insane?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

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