Page 113 of The Forbidden
At least it’s something.
Progress.
“I said I’d come watch you sing.” He beams up at her, like a proud parent.
She rolls her eyes, slapping his shoulder. “I thought you were joking. Not once did I think you’d actually show.”
“Well, here I am. And that singing…” he trails off, clearing his throat. “Well, it was something.”
Lana bounces up beside her, shooting me a dirty look, making it clear what she thinks of me. Not that I care. But it wouldn’t hurt to have Anais’s best friend in my corner.
“Harrison,” she greets with a smile.
“Lana,” he returns.
Fed up with being ignored, I rise from my seat and look directly at my little brat. “Can we talk?”
She stiffens. Then she lifts her chin and those lilacs land on me. Hope fills me when I see her resolve begin to weaken, only to die when she rejects me again.
“I was just leaving,” she murmurs.
And with that she grabs Lana’s hand, pulling her toward the exit.
The sound of Harrison’s laughter has me grinding my teeth. I shoot him a glower. “Man, you’ve really got your work cut out. But hey, if she’s worth it – and I’m starting to think she is by the way you’re acting – know this. She’s going to have you by the balls by the time she’s done with you.”
I pause, thinking over his words, a sly smile curving my lips as three things hit me all at once.
Anais is worth it.
She does have me by the balls.
And I’ll suffer through every second of this torture if it means getting her back in my arms.
I clap Harrison on the shoulder. “If you think for one second she doesn’t already own every single part of me, then you’re not paying nearly enough attention.”
Harrison studies me for a long moment. Then his lips curl into a smirk. “Fuck me. The great Evan Maxwell whipped by a teenager.”
Usually the mention of her age would make me grimace.
But not this time.
Because I’m all in.
Every whipped part of me.
She can cut my balls off and carry them around in her purse if it makes her happy.
I will give Anais anything she wants.
If she will just give me the chance to make things right.
Chapter 48
Anais
“Are you ever going to forgive him?” Lana asks tentatively, as we descend the steps toward the quad. “I mean… I think he’s proven he wants to be with you. And not just with the bouquets of flowers he now sends you every day.” Amusement laces her tone.
Exhaling a weary breath, I glance at my friend. “I want to…” I start, my brows furrowing when I think about what’s really stopping me from forgiving Evan. It’s simple. I’m scared. Terrified. My love for Evan is so vast it eclipses everything else.
