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She’d promised.
The doorbell rang again, followed by a loud knock.
Yelping in surprise, I hurried toward the door and decided to just open it.
If it was her, then she could have me.
I didn’t give a shit anymore.
When I yanked the door inward, my breath caught in my throat.
Whiskey-brown eyes greeted me. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I breathed, gripping the doorknob as my heart fired up with a thunderous boom. “What are you doing here?”
“I think I left my phone charger in your room,” Hugh replied, holding up his trusted Nokia. “I’m on my last bar.” He shrugged awkwardly before adding, “Is it a good time?”
Yes!
Yes, yes, yes…
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” I stepped sideways to let him pass. “Come in.”
Without a word, Hugh walked past me and moved for the stairs.
“H-how are you?” I asked, scrambling up the staircase after him.
“Fine.”
“Are you hungry?” Trailing after him, I hovered in my bedroom doorway and watched as he located his books. “I could make you something to eat.”
“No thanks, I ate before I came here,” he replied in a polite tone, while he continued to search for his charger, eventually finding it beneath the tangled sheets on my bed.
He briefly rolled the cord around the plug before pocketing it and moving for the door. “Thanks.”
“W-wait!” I strangled out, feeling panicked at the thought of him leaving me again, as I blocked the doorway. “Please.”
Hugh stopped right in front of me but kept his attention on something over my shoulder.Thin air, I presumed. It was easier to look at than I was. “I need to go now, Liz.”
“Don’t leave.” I placed my hands on his stomach and slid them up until I was gripping his shoulders. “Stay.”
A tremor racked through his big body, but he didn’t respond, clearly refusing to look at me.
“I’m sorry, baby.” Pushing up on my tiptoes, I pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of his jaw. “Forgive me.”
His jaw clenched, right along with his hands, and I knew that his balled fists weren’t a prelude for violence. He was battling the urge to love me back.
Reaching up, I gently stroked his cheek and watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat moments before his eyelids fluttered shut.
Stepping closer, I trailed my palms down his chest and then his stomach before slipping my fingers into the waistband of his gray sweats.
His breathing increased, nostrils flaring from the effort it was taking him to not react, but he was so damn stubborn, I knew he wouldn’t give in.
Pushing both hands beneath the waistband of his boxers, I reached around and grabbed his hard ass with one hand, while using the other to stroke his rapidly hardening length.
Still, hewouldn’tgive in.
Pushing back up on my tiptoes, I slowly traced the length of his neck with my tongue, not stopping until I reached his mouth and captured his bottom lip between my teeth.
