Page 123 of Worth the Risk

While rubbing my hands together, I wait on the sofa for Kylie to get here.How will it feel having her in my house? Will she remember our times together here?She didn’t respond when I sent her the address. She must have some questions. I searched this house on the internet for a year after we split. A part of me wanted to rent it again, hopeful I’d casually bump into her. But then I’d recall how we ended, and knew I couldn’t come back.

One day, I was googling it and saw it was for sale. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else buy this place. The nostalgic part of me thought of it as ours.

I had a house for years that I was too much of a coward to enter.

I wonder if Kylie will have the same hesitations.

A knock sounds on the door.

“Come in.”

My heart somersaults when the woman I only saw in my dreams for years waltzes in. She is still as ravishing as she was the day I met her. A dazzling smile lights up her face. She’s wearing cutoff jean shorts and a blue off-the-shoulder top. Her heeled wedge sandals show off her toned legs, and it takes every ounce of my control not to curl those legs around my head and taste what I’ve been salivating for since she came into my life again.

But there’s Riley to consider, so that’s out of the question until we’re alone.

Thinking of Riley, where is she?

“Where’s Riley?”

“I left her with Mom.”

“Why?”

Kylie takes a deep breath, then exhales it.

Shit, should I be worried about something?

For days, I’ve been in this house, wishing she were here with me while imagining the possibility of making each other ‘us’ again. As hard as it was to enter Nash’s old room, I’m glad I did. It opened my eyes to what I refused to see. After getting past the blind anger, there’s not a part of me that believes Kylie slept with Nash.

Once I came to that realization, I knew I wanted her again. I need her and Riley in my life. It only took two weeks to undo the years of hell I went through believing the worst.

“We need to talk.”

Those words are never easy to hear, especially after I finally got my head out of my ass and know what I want.

“Talk?” I ask, my anxiety picking up.

When she smiles at me again, I calm down a bit. She kneels in front of me and sits between my legs.

I harden immediately, and she looks down at my bulge, up at me again, and smirks. “Leo…” she pauses, “… tell me why you bought this house.”

Kylie’s smart and has probably already figured it out, but if she wants to hear it, I’ll tell her how I stalked the house.

“I was too much of a coward to come here again. There was a part of me pulling me here, but I was too scared to take a chance of seeing the girl who stole my heart. I really wish I had now. I was a fucking idiot, Kylie. I hope and pray you will forgive me. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for believing what Amber said. I’m sorry for not being there when you needed me the most.” I place my hand on her cheek, rubbing my thumb against it.

I need her forgiveness.

I need her.

“You’re forgiven. My anger was as misplaced as yours,” she says, tenderness in her words. “We need to exorcize the past, and starting today, the only image you will ever have of someone kneeling in front of you will be me.”

“I only ever want to see you, Sunshine.”

She takes in a sharp breath at hearing me call her that and blushes.

I remember that blush well.

She places her hands on my thighs, rubbing them up and down, and inches her hands higher until she gets to my erection.

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