Page 69 of Playing Hard to Hate
I was his.
But there wasn’t an ounce of fear in my body. Nope, not one measly ounce, because some sick part of my mind was loving this.
He kept moving closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between us. His toes brushed mine in our sock-clad feet, and I swear I felt chills all the way up to the roots of my hair.
He pushed me flush against the fridge with his chest, grabbed my wrists, held them over my head, and kissed me.For the third time.
Then told me to take my cute ass and go to bed.
It took me an hour to fall asleep, maybe longer. It wasn’t like I was exactly counting, but when I woke up in the morning, there was a new lock installed on the door, a note on the kitchen counter about needing to go to practice, and to call if I noticed anything suspicious.
Tatum
You didn’t need to change my locks.
Griffin
Morning, kitten.
Tatum
I won’t be calling.
Griffin
Just want you to be safe.
Tatum
I promise they aren’t worried about me. I’m a nobody.
Griffin
You’re someone to me.
Tatum
Says the MLB all-star…You’re annoying.
Griffin
I told u…while I’m living and breathing, you’re mine. Love those little claws.
Tatum
Better not see you here again tonight.
Griffin
Tate, I don’t think you should be alone.
Have Millie stay over.
I texted your brother.
Tatum
I don’t need anyone to protect me. I’ve been alone since my mom died, and I’ve been perfectly fine.
