Page 66 of The Promise Of Rain
Soft blue eyes rose slowly to meet mine.She stared at me for a moment.“You’re not the same as you were.”
I searched her gaze, traced her pretty face with my eyes, and murmured, “I’m not.”
“You’re hard.”
My lips twitched though I knew what she meant.
She rolled her eyes and offered a broken laugh.“Okay, maybe not that different.”
I chuckled and pulled her face to mine.“All the important things are the same.”
She smiled up at me.It was tentative, but it was there.
I dipped my head and brushed my lips over hers.What was meant to be a brief meeting of mouths, a simple ‘sealed with a kiss,’ quickly spun out of control at the sweet sound of surrender coming from her throat.
Slanting my head, I took the kiss deeper, delving into her mouth to taste what I’d missed.
She opened for me so sweetly, and I simply took and took and took some more.
When a deep shudder shook her frame, I lifted my head.“Cold?”
“No,” she denied, pulling me back down.
Just as I moved in, her teeth began to chatter.
I chuckled against her pretty lips.“I’m taking you home.”
Inside her cozy apartment, sprawled across her couch with her curled up at my side, I was home for the first time in eleven years.
She watched the movie while I watched her.
Watched her tear up when the girl hit rock bottom.
Watched her frown when the shit hit the fan.
And I watched her eyes light up when the boy finally got the girl.
Jenny was going to have that for herself again, and she was having it with me.
“I’m staying,” I stated as the credits rolled.
Her eyes widened as she sat up and faced me.“Here?”She squeaked.
I frowned.“Every time I leave here thinking we’re making progress, I wake up having to chase you down a-fucking-gain.”
“Too much work for you?”she challenged, eyes narrowing.
“No,” I shook my head vehemently.“Too much heartache for you.”
She studied my face, her eyes skittering away before returning to rest steady on mine.“You can’t stay here.Not yet.But I’ll still be here tomorrow.”She swallowed and nodded; her fearful eyes locked on mine.“No more backpedaling.”
I picked up her hand and pressed it to my heart.“Can I take you out?”
Dismay flickered over her face.
“What is it?”
“People are going to talk.”
