Page 63 of The Devastation You Reap
Fucking perfect. All of it.
"Get ready for bed, baby."
She smiles at me, lifting her hand to push her hair back from her face and my heart tumbles in my chest.
Fuck.
I'm fucked.
Royally fucking fucked.
Closing the door behind me, I force my head to take me back ten years to that fateful day that changed my entire life and turned me into the dark, angry version of myself that I struggle to control on my worst days.
My fists curl as I remember that one moment which sealed her fate as far as I'm concerned. It might have taken me ten years to get here, and she might be nothing like I was expecting. But that's not going to stop me.
No fucking chance.
14
Macie
Iexpected him to get up and leave the second I fell asleep, so when I wake the next morning, my cheek stuck to his hot chest and his arm still locked around my waist possessively, I couldn't be more shocked.
I didn't really think he'd agree to stay, especially after the way I freaked out because it was obvious that he wasn't going to get anything else out of me.
But he floored me when he didn't even bat an eyelid about it.
Guilt knots my stomach for the way I reacted after…thatyesterday. I know it's not how it should have been but the second the pleasure ebbed away my panic rushed in and I was hit upside the head with the fact I'd just done what I'd told myself I'd never do.
Okay, so we didn't go all the way. Hell, we were barely even undressed—which makes it all the more mortifying—but I did it with a football player.
"I know you're awake," a deep, husky voice whispers, sending a shiver down my spine.
I give myself a second before dragging my eyes open and looking up at him.
My breath catches in my throat at the dark green orbs that stare back at me. And hell if he's not beautiful every other second of the day, but first thing in the morning with his messy hair he's downright devastating.
"H-hey," I squeak. "You're still here." I cringe the second the words pass my lips because they didn't really need saying.
"Where else would I be?"
Ripping my eyes away from his, I open myself up and say the words that are on the tip of my tongue.
"I thought you'd leave in the middle of the night."
"Macie," he sighs, reaching out to tip my face back to his. "I told you, I'm not that person."
I nod as much as his fingers under my chin allows.
"I-I know, I just… I've always convinced myself that I'd be let down, you know?"
"I do." I sense there's more he wants to say but instead of letting the words out, he leans down to capture my lips.
"Morning breath," I mutter, trying not to open my mouth with him so close.
"You're cute," he chuckles, threading his fingers through my hair at the back of my head and crushing his mouth against mine, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips until I give in and open up for him.
He kisses me so deeply I forget all about my morning breath and cling onto him as I lose myself in everything he makes me feel.
