Page 106 of Stolen Kiss

Emilia

The days blended togethersince the moment Jensen first fucked me.

There was nothing sweet or gentle or beautiful about what we had done.

It was dirty.

Downright filthy.

So I must have been imagining the gentle look in his eyes whenever he turned my way, or that soft smile he’d reserved just for me and Elodie, or the way he tracked my movements whenever I entered the room, or fuck, the way his arms enfolded around me at night when we were sleeping in the same bed, tighter than usual, as if he didn’t want to let me go… right?

Did Jensen even feel an ounce of affection for me that I was feeling for him?

Did he know how much he occupied my mind during the day, and my dreams at night, and every single insignificant moment in between?

I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me, but I was like a woman obsessed, and I didn’t like it one bit.

We were in the car together—him, Elodie and me—and we were driving to my apartment to pack up my things so I could stay another weekend at his house.

Whatever this was between me and Jensen, we didn’t talk about it. I should have tried to keep things casual, because now it felt like a joke trying to keep any distance between me and those two.

He pulled up to a parking spot near the entrance and Elodie kicked his seat from where she was sitting, a grumpy look on her face because we had the audacity to strap her into her car seats just fifteen minutes earlier.

I looked back and smiled at her.

She wasn’t in a smiling mood.

Tough.

I reached back and grabbed a sock-covered foot in my hand, running my finger up and down the sole of her foot, until she was wiggling and a beginning of a smile took hold.

Soon her laughter filled the space in the car, and Jensen and I shared a smile.

He caressed my cheek with his pointer finger, once, twice, before climbing out of the car. I turned back around and tried to gather my composure just as Jensen opened the car door on Elodie’s side.

I should not be this affected by one man.

I repeated the mantra in my head over and over again until it rang true, and opened my door and got out.

My steps stuttered when I caught sight of a smiling Jensen whispering something in Elodie’s ear, making her laugh, before he kissed her chubby little cheeks, and any attempts I had made moments before to not let this man affect me were in tatters.

“Ready?” he asked, his head tilted to the side when he noticed me just standing there looking at him.

I nodded, moving over to him and Elodie. Before I could take another step, his hand reached out and grabbed my own. I looked back at him but didn’t say anything, and we walked to my apartment building like that.

He didn’t let go of me when we got to the elevator, and he didn’t let go of me when we got to my front door. I flexed my hand a bit, to tell him I needed both hands to grab my keys. He tightened his grip just a fraction.

I looked back at him, frowning. He grinned, and I rolled my eyes, using my one free hand to look through my purse for the key.

He just stood there the whole time, his eyes focused intently on me. My cheeks flushed from his attention, and I almost dropped the keys.

When I pushed open the door, Jensen set Elodie down and let her explore the place on her own, Mr. Fluffy clutched tightly in her arms, as he ushered me inside and closed the door.

He moved so quickly, I didn’t have time to react.

Jensen crowded me against the door, his arms on either side of my head, trapping me in.

I looked up at him.

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