Page 83 of Tainted Hearts

“You want me.”

I blink. “More than you will ever know.”

She gives me a smirk. “And I want you.”

“Hold up, what?” I know she agreed to starting over, but I’ve been keeping my distance for the most part, so she can have time with Luke and Noah. Since when does she want me?

She rolls her eyes. “I know this might be hard to believe. What you did was fucked up, it hurt me, it really fucking hurt me. But that’s the past. There were underlying things that contributed to your asshole ways. But I’m not going to hold it against you because I’ve seen the change in you. I see how much you love Luke and Noah. I see the amazing person you truly are when you're with them.”

“And you,” I add, swallowing hard.

“And me what?”

“You make me want to be a better person.”

She smiles at me, brushing some of my wet hair out of my face. Fuck, having her touch me, sitting on me like this, it’s like I was handed the damn moon. “I remember what you said to me at school. I need you too. It’s just taken me a little longer to see it. We said we would start over, but you’ve been holding back. No more, okay?”

“Fuck, Abby.” I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. “You say no holding back, but I don’t think you understand what that means for me.”

“Then tell me.”

Opening my eyes, I stare into her bright blue ones. “I want to touch you, like all the damn time.”

“Okay.” She smirks, and my brows raise.

“I have a lot more in common with my brother than you might think.” Not wanting to flat out say I’m ready to stalk her, to be glued to her side, killing anyone who looks at her funny, and freak her out.

She leans in, brushing her lips against my ear. “I don’t see any issues with you having anything in common with Zed. I love how he is with me.” She sucks my ear lobe into her mouth, and I almost cum in this damn hot tub. “I like the growly, I like the dominant. I like to be put in my place in the bedroom.”

“Fuck,” I hiss as I tighten my hold on her hips.

“But nothing happens until our date.” She pulls back.

“What do you mean? What date?”

Her brows rise. “Oh, don’t think you're getting off easy. Your boys wined and dined me. Now it’s your turn. Make it good, and just maybe I’ll make it worth your while. Oh, and Happy New Year.” She kisses me, her soft mouth pressing against mine. I groan and part my lips, letting her tongue slip in and over mine. But the kiss is over way too fucking soon for my liking when she pulls back. “That one's a freebie. No more until our date night.” She winks before climbing off me, leaving me with the biggest case of blue balls known to man—and angel—kind.

Date.I should have known. It’s not that I didn’t want to take her out, it’s that I didn’t know if she would want me to.

And what a fucking way to go into the new year.

Alright then, I guess I’m planning a night she won't forget.

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