Page 98 of Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me 2)

“That wasn’t a kiss,” he growls, reaching for me.

I dodge his greedy hands and shrug one shoulder. “Yes, it was.”

“I meant on the lips.”

“Should’ve been more specific with your stipulations,” I quip, turning on my heel toward the Taylor House. I peek over my shoulder with a cheeky grin and ask, “You comin’?”

30

THEO

After the run-in with Missy, Blake and I had fun tonight. Talking. Flirting. It was natural. Easy.

Until it was hard.

Like keeping my hands to myself. Or the way my dick’s been throbbing in my jeans. Or the way I had to stop from demanding to know what she wants from me or if I even have a chance after everything we’ve been through.

Sometimes I feel like I’m dealing with a fragile piece of glass, while other times she proves she’s stronger than steel. It leaves me off-kilter, unsure where we stand or where she even wants us to stand.

But I do know what I want.

The question is…is patience the key to winning her over? Do I need to play friend until she can learn to trust me again? Maybe I should push her to face what she wants the same way I always have? The same way she pushes me?

I don’t fucking know.

The lights in front of her townhome are on, illuminating the empty porch as I pull into her driveway and put the car in park.

“I had fun tonight,” I tell her.

She turns in her seat and faces me fully, the glow from the dashboard illuminating her soft features. “Me too. I think we needed it.”

I nod. “I still think you owe me.”

“You think I owe you?”

I nod again, my attention dropping to her mouth.

With a laugh, she shakes her head. “I already paid up, remember?”

“On the cheek.”

“You really think you can handle anything more?”

The challenge in her gaze lights a fire inside of me. It spreads from my stomach and down into my groin, leaving my balls aching as I lean across the console to see what she’ll do. How she’ll react. If she’ll back away from me, or if she’ll finally give in and let me kiss her again.

Her lips tilt up in a smile, but she stands her ground. Watching. Waiting to see if I’ll really cross the line again. I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s Blake. The girl has bigger balls than most of the guys on the team.

But she doesn’t get it. This is what I want. Screw Coach and his bullshit rules. Screw my own reservations that’ve been holding me back for way too long. Screw all of it. Anything keeping me from Blake is bullshit anyway. I see it now. And it’s time Blake recognizes it too.

When I get close enough to taste her breath as it slips from her parted lips, she whispers, “This is a bad idea, Theo.”

“Why?”

“Because it isn’t you.” She peeks up at me through those thick, dark lashes.

“Who says it isn’t me?”

Her smile turns sad. “Every person you’ve ever come in contact with.”

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