Page 56 of Knot your Good Girl

I still haven’t answered her and soon our breaths are in sync, and like me, I know she is wondering where this came from.

I don’t hate her. I wish I did. I also love that her small body is tiny against mine.

Granted, I’m a few inches over six feet tall, and she must be nearly a foot shorter. Strangely, despite the height difference, she fit snugly against me.

As much as Holly is a pain in the ass, I’m actually enjoying this quiet moment holding her.

I inhale.

Her scent is unlike any other omega I’ve known. There’s something about it. It makes my spine tingle and my cock desperate to bury inside her.

But more than that, I feel compelled to protect her as though she is mine.

“Let’s start again,” I say.

Her breathing becomes shallower and when she finally wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head on my chest.

It’s the moment I feel something has just slotted into place.

Chapter 18

Aiden

“Ireallyamsorryabout Atlanta,” I tell Holly as she eats breakfast the next morning. “I overreacted.”

She smiles and lifts her eyes to the ceiling. “I’ve still got the bruises.”

I close my eyes and swallow. “I’ll make it up to you,” I say. “Name anything.”

“Anything?” She shakes her head. “It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize for being you.”

“What if I want to be a better me?”

Our eyes meet and lock with a powerful gaze.

I clear my throat. “Anything. I’ll take you shopping. I can buy you anything you want. We can fly somewhere for the day. Or I can drive us.”

“You really don’t have to do this, Aiden.”

I swallow. Given the chance, most girls would eagerly spend my money. She’s holding back. “Please,” I whisper.

Her lips quirk up in a small smile. I respond the same way. “Maybe a picnic. Anywhere. Though it’s really chilly outside, so maybe it’s a bad idea.”

I shake my head. “I’ll organize it.”

Less than five hours later, her back is against my chest as we sit on my yacht off the coast of Miami.

“Well, this was unexpected.” She takes a sip of her champagne and rests her glass on the table beside us. “Though I was thinking of sandwiches and potato chips, not champagne and canapes. And certainly not in Florida.”

I plant a kiss on her head. “You said it was too chilly in New York.”

“Would you have taken me somewhere in the city if I insisted?”

“Yes.” I shuffle back on the padded chair and then stand up, taking her hand. “We’ll find somewhere more comfortable.”

We discover a shaded spot with a view of the setting sun. I have her hair in my grasp as she once again leans her back against my chest. I adore the way she sits perfectly against my chest, with my arms wrapped around her.

As I inhale, I close my eyes and savor her aroma.

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