Page 86 of Pucking Tangled
Mia leaned against him, her head on his shoulder and her hand in his as they talked quietly.
Waylon resisted the urge to kiss her.
Even when she tilted her head up, her expression hopeful.
He just smiled and tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.
“Thanks for coming out with me.”
She nodded. “You’re welcome. It’s been nice. Refreshing.”
Mia ran her fingers up and down his thigh. Tempting. Teasing.
“Mia,” he let out a quiet breath. “I’m not looking for anything from you tonight.”
Her brows scrunched up in confusion. “But…why?”
“Because you’ve given too much of yourself to everyone else lately,” he murmured. “And I just wanted to giveyousomething for a change.”
She blinked, staring at him like she had no clue what to do with his statement.
This wasn’t just about chemistry.
It wasn’t just about sex.
It was aboutearningher. Not justhavingher.
And he was ashamed to admit that it took Luca chewing him out for him to truly realize that.
When they finally made it back to the house, he walked her inside and followed her up the stairs. He paused outside her bedroom door and kissed her on the forehead before whispering goodnight and walking away.
As he did, he admitted to himself that holding back tonight may have been harder than walking away the day he caught her with her hand between her legs.
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Mia
Mia watchedWaylon disappear down the hall and into his bedroom, staring into the darkness like a lost puppy.
Something shifted inside her, again. Not in the sudden, breathtaking, all consuming way it had with the others. But in a much deeper way.
Waylon, the guy who teased, who always seemed to be flirting just to rile someone up, had just looked at her like she mattered.
And he didn’t take a damn thing from her.
No. Hegave.
He gave her one of the sweetest nights of her life without expectation.
No snarky banter.
No sexual innuendos.
No pressure.
It was utterly unexpected.
Waylon had shown up with swagger, withconfidence, with every intention of making her melt—and he had, but not the way she thought he would. He’d taken her out of the house. Out of her own head. Made her laugh until her stomach hurt and offered no agenda but her joy.
