Page 43 of Purity

“Don’t call me an angel for saying what anyone who cares for you should say.” She burrows her head into my chest, and I relish it. God, touching her feels so good. Two days ago, I would have pushed her away by now, afraid that her proximity would make me feel things I shouldn’t. I can’t believe I’ve been missing this all these years.

I squeeze her once more before pulling away. There’s no need to indulge her touch too much.

There’s plenty of time for that.

I pull out the small plastic bag in my pocket. “I brought these for you. They’re weed truffles.”

Her brow knits as her gaze drops to the package. “I don’t know if right now is a good time for me to try weed. Not when you need me.”

I shake my head sharply. “Just being with you is enough.”

As she stares down at the package, her eyes widen. She looks as intrigued as a naughty little kid.

God, she’s so cute.

“I can’t believe it’s weed. They look like real truffles.”

I smile. “They’re good truffles, too. Not only are they delicious, but two of them barely made me high, which means one will be perfect for you.”

She bites her lip, looking lost in thought. It’s as if she’s trying to decide how naughty she wants to be. “Alright, hand one over.”

I pull out a truffle and set it in her hand. She smiles and pops it into her mouth, her eyes growing lazy as she chews.

Oh God, I’ve always loved watching her eat chocolate. How did I ever think I would be able to resist having sex with her when I’ve always been such a filthy bastard?

We start walking in the direction of the trail, and I lag a little behind so I can watch the adorable, bouncy sway of her hips and the slight jiggle of her ass in the tight yoga pants.

“So how are you doing?” she asks, peeking over her shoulder to glance back at me.

Thankful for the distraction from my horny thoughts, I catch up to her. “Really not that bad. I knew it was coming.”

“You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself more than me.”

When the trail widens, I step beside her. The afternoon sun is just above the hills, right in our line of sight. I reach into my pocket and pull out my sunglasses. “Probably. I don’t know… I always thought I wanted my dad to suffer for being such a colossally shitty husband, but now that he really is suffering…”

Livvy nods slowly, but she keeps her eyes fixed on the trail ahead. Her breathlessness draws my gaze to her chest, which is already rising and falling rapidly. I smile as I slow my pace. Every time I take her here, I walk too fast, forgetting how much smaller she is than me.

I’ll have to remember that tonight, so I don’t crush her.

God, I can’t believe this is all actually going to happen.

“Can we save this conversation for after the weed kicks in?” I ask. “Actually, would you mind if we just talked about you? You’re always my favorite distraction.”

A shy smile touches her lips. “Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

“How has it been with your family lately? Your parents are strict as hell. Do they have any idea about the changes you’re going through with your religion?”

“They know a little, but I’m not going to tell them everything. That’s what the old Livvy would do. Now I know they aren’t entitled to any part of my life I’m not comfortable sharing.”

“You’re better than I would be. I wouldn’t tell them a damn thing if they were my parents.”

“Yeah. The problem is they try to use religion to control me, and they need to know it won’t work anymore. I actually just had to deal with it all this morning.” She rolls her eyes. “My dad says I’m living in sin.”

I grit my teeth, biting back my initial retort. Your dad is a prick, and I’ve been wanting to call him one to his face from the moment I met him. “I can’t imagine what that must be like.”

She huffs, shaking her head. “He even threatened to kick me out.”

My mouth drops open, and a raging heat washes over my skin. “That’s fucking ridiculous. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

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