Page 33 of Honest With You

I’ve never been able to keep a guy’s attention.

I also have responsibilities that take precedent over anything else.

What if he resents me for it? What if he wants more from me than I can give?

Steven walked away from the Torres Entertainment Group so I no longer have the luxury to do so. What happens when I need to step up or my duties as a sister take precedence?

What if he decides that I’m not worth the trouble?

I have a feeling that the pain from that heartbreak will far outweigh any other.

He’s already occupied a huge chunk of my thoughts in the weeks that followed that night in his backyard.

He shifts beside me as he parks the car across from my house. He unbuckles himself before reaching over to release me from mine and I feel his gaze rake over me. He avoids eye contact, choosing to get out of the car. I watch him walk around the front to open my door and I feel a knot pressing against my chest.

We shouldn’t be like this.

He extends his hand for me as he helps me out of the car but he drops it as soon as I step out. My left hand goes to rest on the car door as my eyes slide up his body to meet his that are now staring straight at mine.

His brow is furrowed and I rise up on my tiptoes to press a finger against the crease.

“Please don’t be angry with me.”

He releases a heavy exhale, resting his forehead on mine. “I’m sorry… I’m not mad, I promise, sweet girl.”

My hand falls to his chest and I can feel every powerful beat of his heart.

Am I doing this to him?

I feel the echo of it in mine.

What are you doing to me, Jesse?

I’ve said that out loud.

“Exactly what you’re doing to me.”

The knot unfurls itself in my chest and a rush of emotion rises inside me.

The next thing I know, my hand that’s resting on his chest is fisting his shirt as I yank him down and crash my lips against his.

It’s a knee-jerk reaction to the feeling that if I don’t feel his mouth against mine, I’ll self-combust.

What can only constitute as a growl escapes his lips at the contact and I gasp into his mouth.

Even though I started it, Jesse has fully taken over.

His hand slides up my torso, under my cropped hoodie as he gently pushes me against his car, his fingers flexing on my bare skin like he has to stop himself from going any further.

It feels good.

Like everything is moving fast and slow at the same time.

Jesse’s tilting his head back and forth, nipping at my lips like he can’t get enough. Like his existence relied on my oxygen and he’s stealing it from me as he savors every inch of my mouth.

His other hand is fisted in my hair and he tugs until my head is tipped up and we both have easier access to each other.

I follow his lead and finger comb his golden locks, my nails scratching his scalp, which seems to spur him on. He uses his body to pin me against the car. Our bodies align now and I feel…Every. Inch. Of. Him.

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