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“Technically,” he repeated with amusement. “Then why are you crying?”
“I’m not!”
He gripped me tighter. “It got a bit intense. It’s got a bit out of hand. I didn’t want you to go on a date with him.”
“I didn’t want you to go on a date with her.”
“So what do you want?”
To just stay in this moment for a while. For him to hold me.
For the last ten years to have not happened as they had.
To go back to that day.
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Break Me
Dom
“I want you to break me,” she said. “I want you in any way I can have you. I’ve always wanted you.”
“Are these just drunk words?” I couldn’t help but ask as I cupped her elbows and pulled her closer.
“These are drunk words I’ll regret but that doesn’t mean they’re not true,” she said, her nose skimming mine. “Just because I want you doesn’t mean I want to have you.”
I laughed, my lips ghosting over hers. “That makes no sense.”
“We wouldn’t be good together,” she whispered. “You said you would hurt me.”
“Never intentionally,” I begged as I could see the lift door open through the glass panes of the lobby.
Out stepped Jack.
“Leo, I’d be good to you,” I said, finding myself talking faster because I should step away before Jack came out. “It would only ever be you—no one else. And I know I’m not good.I know it and I know I don’t deserve you but—but let me try and be better for you. Please let me try.”
“Try then,” she murmured against my lips.
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her softly. Slowly.
In all the times we had kissed since Friday, this needed to be loving. Like when she had sneaked into her room Sunday night. Like the hunger wasn’t just lust.
Because it wasn’t just lust. It never had been.
And when I slipped my tongue between her lips, it wasn’t a competition as to who could win. It was a caress.
Over all too quickly.
By a throat clearing.
Leonie jerked back so hard, my interlocked fingers around her waist unhooked. But I grabbed her to stop her from falling.
“God, Jack, I—” she started, flustered as she reached out to him and away from me.
The throat clearing had been my friend, her date, standing right beside us with a pair of slightly raised brows, eyes darting between us.
“Knew it,” Jack said with a little laugh and patted my shoulder. “About time, mate. See you around, Leonie.”
