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I know that I’m biased when it comes to Henry. I’ve only spent half of my life loving him for who he is and not for who everyone expects him to be. He is an incredible person that we are lucky to exist at the same time as.
I have never met someone better fit to lead this team than Henry, and I think his teammates would agree with me. He has a way of making you believe you’re capable of anything, and leaders like that are how teams thrive.
Have more grace and accept him for who he is, or find another team to root for because Henry Price isn’t going anywhere.
My jaw hangs open.
She wrote this? After everything?
The floor creaks to my left, and I twist to see Mirabelle standing there, catching me red-handed. She offers me a timid smile, but her swollen eyes tear my heart apart. “Does it read too much like a love letter?”
“Did you mean what you wrote?” I ask, my voice thick with emotion.
“Every word.”
I fucking love her.“Mirabelle, fuck . . . I’m so sorry,” I say, cupping her face in my hands as her lower lip trembles.
“I don’t want to talk about today anymore. It fucking sucks, but I’msotired of crying. I want to forget this ever happened,” she says, a broken laugh escaping her as a tear slips down her cheek. I quickly brush it away with my thumb, my heart pounding loudly in my chest.
“We don’t have to talk about today,” I agree. We’ll figure the rest out later.We’re a team.
“Henry, kiss me. Please,” she whispers, and I don’t need to be told twice, taking the opportunity I didn’t think I’d have again.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Mirabelle
HENRY’S LIPS ON mine make everything from this fucking day fade into background noise. It doesn’t feel like we’ve spent over a month apart, or how it’s been radio silence since we ran into each other on my last day.
I convey all the hurt and anger I’ve felt by pressing my mouth harder against his much softer touch.
I don’t want sweet and gentle.
I want rough and catastrophic.
Henry and I are an impending disaster waiting to happen. Or are we a disaster that’s already happened?
I’m not sure, but we’re already on a collision course that can’t be stopped.
Is this a bad idea?Probably. Actually, most definitely.But I can’t help myself. He’s here. He already read the letter I poured my heart and soul into. What more do I have to lose?
I thread my hands through Henry’s hair, pulling on it as he finally matches my urgency, pressing me against the wall. Nipping at his lower lip to get him to deepen the kiss further, Henry complies like he understands everything I need.
He understands everything except how much I need him in my life. If he understood that, then Henry wouldn’t have let me leave. He wouldn’t have let me walk out the door without chasing after me. He wouldn’t have been able to walk away from me in the stadium.
I love this man so much that it physically pains me to be apart from him, but loving him hurts too. I feel tears slipping down my cheeks and he tries to pull away from me, no doubt noticing that I’m crying.
I don’t want to cry.
I’m so tired of crying.
I slip my hand down the front of Henry’s shorts, wrapping my fingers around his hardening length. He thankfully stops trying to pull away from me, moaning into my mouth as I slowly begin to pump my hand.
Henry is threatening to devour me, but I refuse, fighting back to maintain control. He pulls away, dropping his head to kiss my neck as I increase my speed.
He presses his lips to my skin, and I want to feel his mouth everywhere on me.How am I going to survive him?
“Mon cœur,”he says, his hips thrusting with my firm strokes. My heart is like broken glass held together with tape, but that pet name threatens to shatter it completely. Henry’s amber eyes are hazy with lust as his hands clumsily move to the bottom of my shirt, and I let go, allowing him to pull it off me, his heated touch skimming over my torso and the curves of my breasts. He pulls off his own, and my breath hitches at the sight of his impressive body as Henry also removes his shorts.
