Page 47 of Her Demanding Biker
She'd lived with her despot of a dad for that many years with only a part-time housekeeper who made meals and signed school slips.
Arlys had been in that pot of water with the temperature going up and up for sixteen years and had stayed an absolute sweetheart. It was a damn miracle.
I knew I didn't deserve Arlys.
I never had.
The fact that she'd fallen in love with me was a gift from God even though I'm sure I tested his patience more than anyone should. Maybe he had plans for me in the future, but I only had one plan.
Making life so damn good for Arlys that she wanted me to stay with her.
When I asked her for a chance, I didn't think she'd give it to me.
I just wanted a chance to finally show her that she could have a life where she was with someone who put her first.
I would be that man.
"Arlys?"
My damn heart was in my throat.
It was beating so hard I thought I'd lose my hearing from the sound of it in my head.
She looked up at me and I could see the pain and fear in her eyes.
I wondered again if I should have fought the transfer to Korea or was there another way to save her back then.
How stupid had I been?
"Hmm?"
I wanted her to tell me what to do.
If she wanted me to give her space, I'd do it.
If she asked me to leave her alone, I would have done it, too.
"Hmm?"
Damn it, I could happily drown in her eyes, and I'd been a damn good swimmer.
"Let me show you."
She drew in a breath, and it was like the years had faded away.
She'd always had an ageless beauty, but now, there was something more.
It wasn't as simple as her features changing.
Or the added fullness of her body.
Maybe it was the look in her eyes when she'd made the decision to let me in.
The way her hand curled around the back of my neck.
The gentle parting of her lips.
I kissed her, intending to coax her.
