Page 84 of For the Promise

“He’s such an asshole. I can’t believe I ever dated him. I can’t believe my parents died worried I was with him. My parents died while I was rebelling against them.” My eyes itch and I close them before any tears can escape.

Jaxon wraps an arm around me and pulls me near. “Don’t cry. I don’t know how to handle tears.”

“You don’t handle tears, nerd boy. You let the woman cry and hold her until she’s finished.”

His arm tightens around me. “Okay. Go ahead and cry. I will hold you until you’re finished.”

“You’re not going to argue and tell me to get over it?”

“If this is what you need, I’ll give it to you.”

My body tingles at his words. Jaxon is not a man who would force me to go to my parents’ funeral without him while whining, ‘they never liked me’. He’d stand by my side. He’d hold my hand and not make me face thesituation alone.

Damn. I want this man by my side for as long as he’ll stay. Maybe forever.

“Thank you,” I murmur.

He combs his fingers through my hair. “You never have to thank me for giving you what you need. But you may need to tell me what you need. I’m not exactly emotionally intelligent.”

I tilt my head to meet his gaze. “Who said you’re not emotionally intelligent? Do you want me to beat them up?”

He wipes the tears away from my cheeks. “We both know I’m going to suck at being in this relationship. I’m going to make all kinds of mistakes. Probably piss you off on a weekly basis.”

“Wait a second. Are you saying you want to be in a relationship with me?”

He nods. “But you have to give me room to mess up.”

“Same, nerd boy. Same.”

He glares at me. “And you have to stop calling me nerd boy.”

“What are you going to do about it?” I waggle my eyebrows. “Prove you’re a man?”

“Are you finished crying?”

I nod.

“And you’re no longer sad?”

“My tears have all dried up.”

He contemplates me for a long moment before clearing his throat. “In which case, I will show you I’m a man.”

He throws his glasses onto the side table before whipping the sheet off of me and crawling down the bed until he’s kneeling between my legs.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m showing you I’m a man.”

“I might have to call you boy more often.”

He growls before shoving my legs further apart and settling his shoulders between my thighs. He pulls my lips apart with his fingers before latching onto my clit. I thread my hands through his hair and hold on tight.

Jaxon sucks on my clit as he sinks two fingers into me. He is not messing around. I am definitely teasing him about being a boy more often.

A memory of him ghosting me after we kissed tries to invade my mind but I ignore it. He explained why he ghosted me before. He won’t do it again. I have faith in him.

Besides, if he tries to ghost me again, I’ll sic his brothers on him.

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