Page 60 of Only Ever Yours

Fuck! He’s home early.

My heart drops into my stomach.

He steps inside. His eyes go wide, taking in the sight before him.

“What the fuck—” he slams the door behind him, dropping his gym bag, and runs towards the stove the same time I do.

I'm in so much fucking trouble.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry,” I blurt, pacing the kitchen.

He reaches for the knobs, turning the gas off. Then he grabs the handle and carries the burning pot out the back doors onto the patio. The fire fizzles out the moment the pan hits the grass.

“What the hell were you doing?” his voice rattles me when he steps back inside.

Grabbing the sides of my head, I scan the mess I’ve made and feel horrible.

I shrink back, feeling about two feet tall, and stupid emotions rush to my eyes.

“I only went upstairs for a couple of minutes— Fuck. How did this happen? I’m so sorry, I think I ruined your stove.” My hand rests on my forehead.

And he's pissed at me.

Jaydon

I can see she's trying to hold it together. Her eyes fill with unshed tears, and she swipes just below them, looking away.

Fuck.

I hate seeing a woman cry.

Especially this woman.

A woman that could so easily be mine.

Dammit, I need to shake these thoughts.

I walk over to her, grab her hips, and spin her body into mine. Her breath hitches, but she surprisingly melts into my arms. Her soft body feels so good pressed against mine. I want to be her only comfort—the one she runs to when she's upset.

A need to protect and care for her surges through my soul.

I run my hands up her back, trying my best to give her what she needs.

“Peachy, it’s okay,” I whisper, my nose smashed into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent.

Her body shudders in my embrace.

She smells so fucking good—like honey and vanilla all mixed into one. She's starting to consume my every fucking thought, and I'm not sure what the fuck to do about it.

I glide my hand further up her back, stopping and gently squeezing once I reach her neck, my thumb rubbing soft circles at the base. I don’t know what the hell I'm even doing.

We stay like that for a moment, but when her head pulls up from my chest and she looks me directly in the eyes, I damn near lose it.

I want to kiss her so fucking badly.

The need is greater than I've ever felt before, but I also know now isn’t the time.

“Jaydon,” she starts, her voice strained, “I fucked everything up and ruined your stove.” I can feel her body deflate with frustration.

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