Page 37 of Give Me Forever Love

“Don’t move,” he says.

“Bryce I gotta pee, man,”

“I don’t care.” He holds me, but I wiggle again, earning another dig into my ribs, which makes me laugh more. He jumps up, his hair wild and all over his head. I grin at how adorable he is, but then his fingers go nuts on my ribs and side relentlessly.

I laugh until it hurts, crossing my legs, because I’m about to pee in this damn bed.

“Stop,” I say, trying to breathe.

“Promise you’ll come back to bed once you go to the bathroom,” he says, still tickling me.

“Okay, okay!” I say, laughing.

“Say you promise,” he says, keeping up his onslaught.

“Fuck, I promise. I promise!”

He stops and looks down at me in a ball. He lifts his hands. “You may go.”

I huff and jump out of the bed, pissed that I had to deal with that. Before I shut the bathroom door, I turn around to look at him on his knees, shirtless with bed hair and gray sweats hanging from his hips. His tattoos stand out against his pale skin. His lean body, perfect in every way.

He looks eatable.

“Tricked ya,” I say, sticking my tongue out, seeing him jump off the bed before I shut the door and click the lock.

“K, you better open this door.”

I laugh as I get to my business.

“I’ll take it off the hinges,” he says.

“Do what you must.” I roll my eyes. So overdramatic. He slams his hand against the door, causing me to jump. I giggle to myself and wash my hands after I flush the toilet. I brush my teeth and splash water onto my face and then I hear a drill.

I turn, looking at the door with the towel in my hands. I narrow my eyes as my mouth opens slightly. “Bryce. You better not be doing what I think you are.”

“I fucking am,” he barks. My jaw hits the floor as the door comes loose at the top. I rest my hand on my hip, watching as he removes it.

“This is insane,” I say. “We need privacy.”

With easy grace he lifts the door and places it against the bedroom wall.

“Not from me you don’t.” He grabs ahold of the top of the doorway, black ink stretching, his Mad Hatter tattoo smiling mischievously. His tongue hits the roof of his mouth. His eyes drop to my bare legs. I’m in his T-shirt, which smells like him and me mixed. His blues jump back to my face.

“You better run,” he says. “I’m giving you a head start, but when I catch you, and I will catch you, K,” he licks his lips, “you’ll be sorry you locked me out.”

I swallow, my eyes darting to the bedroom door. My pulse quickens as my throat closes in on itself. Being chased by someone isn’t something that thrills me.

But being chased by Bryce Grant…now that’s different.

A burst of adrenaline flies throughout my nervous system, buzzing everything inside of me to life.

“Five seconds,” he says, stepping out of the way.

I toss the towel onto the countertop.

Fuck me.

I dart out of the bathroom and head for the door, bolting down the hall, just as I’m swooped up off my feet. I squeal and laugh hard as he grips my stomach. My spine prickles, my heart beats happy. He carries me back to the room and tosses me onto the bed before his body covers mine. Hard muscles on top of soft. “I like when you run, K.”

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