Page 139 of Overdue I Love You's
He swallows hard. “I didn’t know.”
“That I like the movie or that you shouldn’t have watched it with Kat?”
A dark edge takes over his greens. “I was giving you space.”Tell me the truth, Dean. Tell me you watched with her but talked about me.
Sarcastically scoffing, “What arespectfulking.”
Dean takes my hand, placing it over his heart. “You’re allowed to be jealous, Nova. But I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, there is no one for me but you.”
Dean says it earnestly, my eyes water.
Fisting the material of his shirt, we stare. There’s a lot pricking the tip of my tongue.
Instead, I push him and get off the stool.
I’m not thinking when I head past everyone, wiping a desperate, angry tear away. I’m not mad at him. Or I am. I don’t know. This pressuring feeling inside of me grows with each passing second, what I feel for him is more than just human emotion. It’s a deliberate waterfall with no ocean to meet. It’s flowing everywhere all at once and there’s no tool to stop it. Then he says whateverthatwas, and I can’t breathe.
When I’m with Dean, each second becomes the timeline of my existence.
I walk past the long line for the bathroom, turning a sharp right into a storage closet.
Just before it closes, tattooed vines thrust forward with a tight grip on the wooden door.
His imposing body steps inside, pushing me deeper into the room.
The door shuts behind him. His muscles constrain against his back. When Dean turns around to face me, his eyes darken with unyielded hunger.
My heartbeat pounds.
He takes a step forward while undoing the buttons on his wrist.
“Don’t,” I stop him with a hand.
Dean arches an unimpressed brow. Dragging his sleeves to his elbows, “I’ve been enough of a gentleman, don’t you think?”
He undoes his mask, letting it fall to the ground.
My mouth goes dry. In front of me is a version of Dean that’s full of frustration.
“You have oldest son syndrome. Being a gentleman is all you know.” It comes out challenging.
“Is that what you think?” He clenches hard enough for it to tick in his cheek. “Since I’ve been quiet and patient with you, I’m automatically a gentleman? Has no one told you to never trust a man, lovebird?”
“A man wouldn’t lie to his woman,” I retort. “Arealman would tell me the truth.”
“The truth?” He moves forward. “The truth is you drive meinsane.”
Dean’s there before I bang against a metal shelf. He cups the back of my head. Masculine scent sending me into the abyss.
He’s quick to pull the light string, illuminating us in orange.
Dean drops his forehead to mine. “I’ve been trying to keep my distance—to respect your space. But you punctured your way into my heart, Nova. How do you expect me to live after making it bleed?”
Too much.
I fist the material of his shirt and close my eyes.
“I can’t think when you’re close to me.”
