Page 177 of Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)
“What are you doing in here?”
“We weren’t done talking.” He pushes off the wall, stalking toward me with that carnal look in his eyes.
I know that look.
Normally, I’d love that look.
Especially seeing as I’m dying to make things right between us, but I can’t do this right now. I can’t be late to work. I step backward, which only incites him to move closer.
“Now, where were we?” He stops to think. “Right, I was about to do this.”
He shocks me with a desperate, needy kiss, cupping my face and sealing our opened scars with a single move. His lips rain down on mine, dispatching shivers all over my body. I’m not going to pretend I don’t kiss him back. Or that I put up the semblance of a fight—I don’t. I allow his tongue into my mouth, welcome it, and lose myself into his arms, this kiss, this moment.
I lose myself, trying to find him.
An oxygen shortage tears us apart, and I’m left with nothing but the aftermath of his touch: a racing heart, erratic breathing.
This lust.
And one burning question.
“Does that mean you forgive me?” I clasp his shirt into my fist, drawing a long, conflicted breath out of him.
He nods.
“I forgive you.”
I smile, over the moon.
He presses his forehead to mine. “What you did was fucked-up, but I can’t blame you for wanting to know more about me. I haven’t exactly been an open book, and… frankly, if I’d received a text saying you were staying at some motel, I would’ve gone and checked, too.”
His admission relieves me.
Is he finally ready to open up to me?
“In that case, I have questions.”
He sighs, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“I figured you would. Which is why I got Ethan to cover your shift.”
“What?” I pull back. “How?”
Ethan hates working on weekends. Will must’ve spun him one hell of a tale.
“Told him you were feeding the homeless, which, in a way, you are.”
What on earth?
“Come on, hop in the shower, put on something pretty. I have to go get my car. Pick you up in an hour.” He dashes toward the exit.
“That’s it? You’re not going to tell me what we’re doing?”
I watch him swing the door open, dumbfounded.
“You wanted to see my life, didn’t you?”
He shoulder-checks me.
