Page 133 of Accidental Husband
Why can't I have that kind of clarity with Griff?
"You don't have to worry about disappointing me." His lips brush my neck.
"I have before."
"No. I failed you that night. Not the other way around."
God, why is this always on the tip of my tongue? I have to tell him. Before he commits.
It might scare him away.
It did that night.
And I… "Maybe. But I saw the look in your eyes."
He pulls me closer. "Yeah. I was hurt. And I might be hurt if you decide you don't want to do this. Or if you decide to go to school in Iowa. Or if you get your next tattoo from Wes."
"I'd never."
His chuckle breaks up the tension in his jaw. "Fuck, it's really hard talking like this."
"I know."
"How do people do it?"
"Alcohol."
His laugh gets louder. "I know a place where we can get more."
I shake my head. "Never again." My lips curl into a smile. "I… I, um, I want that too. I mean, you hurt me sometimes. You can be a complete asshole."
"I know."
"But I'd rather you tell me the truth."
"Not just that." He brushes my hair behind my ear. "I don't ever want to hold you back."
My heart thuds against my chest. It's too fast. Too hard. Too heavy.
"Any choice you have, don't weigh that. Don't worry about disappointing me. Okay?"
"Only if you promise to stop this conversation."
He chuckles. "I'm gonna keep asking about Jackson."
"You're a terrible person."
"I know." He leans down to press his lips to mine.
Fuck, he tastes good. Like mint and sugar and Griff.
He pulls my body into his. Scrapes his teeth against my bottom lip. Groans against my mouth.
I slip my hand under his t-shirt. He's so warm and hard and mine.
For two days, he's mine.
The magic is still here.
