Page 58 of His Good Girl
He doesn’t reply but pulls me closer, tangling his fingers in my hair. “Serena.”
Wanting him to kiss me, I tilt my head back, but he doesn’t press his lips to mine. Instead, he traces his thumb over them, taking in every inch of my face.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Shyly biting my bottom lip, I bring my hand to his face. “You’ve looked better.”
He snorts with amusement and pulls me over to the sofa. “No kidding, angel.”
We sit down, facing each other. He leans his elbow on the back of the sofa and watches me, making me feel awkward.
“What?”
“That guy? You didn’t answer me.”
“Dave?” I splutter, surprised we’re still on this.
“Dave? He has a name?”
“Obviously,” I retort. “I know him from high school. You don’t have to be worried about him.”
“Ah, I see. Still, I meant what I said.”
“Say it again,” I murmur, edging closer, needing this jealousy, this possessiveness. It’s making me feel alive andwanted.
“If I can’t have you, no one can, angel.”
“Are you worried? About Quen?”
He pauses, inhaling deeply. “Are you?”
“Yes.”
“Is it going to stop you?”
“No.”
“Then we will figure this out. I’m not losing you as soon as I found you, Serena.”
“I don’t want that either, but what are we supposed to do? I don’t want him hurting you again, or worse. This is… it makes me feel sick to know that someone in my family hurt you this badly.”
“Only because I let him. If he comes at me again, I don’t give a fuck who he is, he won’t get his hands on me again.”
“Why did you let him?” I ask quietly. I wouldn’t take a beating if I had the means to prevent it from happening.
“Many reasons, most you won’t understand yet.”
“Then explain it.”
“One day.”
“You felt you deserved it?”
He narrows his eyes and glares at me in an annoyed way, but not angry. “It’s complicated.”
“What a cop-out.”
He snickers, playing with my fingers, stroking my palm with his thumb, and generally setting my body on fire with his touches. “I adore you, angel. You are my good girl, aren’t you?”
