Page 31 of Come Here and Kiss Me

In his home.

The one that he’s making room for me in.

Swallowing down the emotion, I head back to the bedroom to look for my phone.

The moment I find it, I text him.

Brooklyn:How did you do this?

Ronan:You needed your dresses. I did what I had to.

His response provesto subdue the joy and relief that’s stayed with me since I saw the clothing rack.

Brooklyn:What do you mean?

Before he can respond,I follow up with:

Brooklyn:You didn’t break in and steal it, right?

My father isn’tan easy man to negotiate with. In fact, I’ve given up even attempting to do so. As I sit on the end of the bed, I slowly realize that’s exactly what Ronan did. My father wouldn’t willingly allow anyone anything easily. Certainly not the man who fucked his daughter on 4k. My stomach turns in knots for a moment, thinking my father will have him arrested. Or that we’ll be served a lawsuit for him stealing or whoever he ordered to go grab my stuff.

Fuck, it isn’t worth all that. Just as I text out a message relaying my fears, Ro texts me first, and I delete my message entirely.

Ronan:Don’t worry about it.Get dressed and go to class.

I don’t hesitateto respond. Don’t worry about it… as if I can just turn off the last twenty-some years of my life and pretend my father doesn’t just get even when someone pisses him off.

Brooklyn:I don’t want you to get into trouble.

Ronan:Are you happy to have your things?

Brooklyn:Yes.

Roman:Then it was no trouble at all. Now be a good girl for me today and get your ass to class. I want to kiss you in something far less revealing than what you wore last night.

Brooklyn:Yes, Professor Wolf.

My lips pickup in a half smirk, and that nervousness settles down just at the thought of kissing him again. Just as I’m about to toss my phone down and figure out what I’m going to wear today, my phone pings again. I expect it to be him, but it’s not.

It’s Aspen.

Aspen:What are you doing?

I can already imagineher reaction as I respond.

Brooklyn:Going to class today.

Aspen:What fucking for?

I almost answer“hell if I know,” but instead, I text back.

Brooklyn:I want to see my fiancé in action.

Aspen:New kink?

I can’t helpbut laugh. Then I start to wonder what it is exactly that I’ve gotten myself into with Professor Wolf. Whatever it is, I apparently can’t say no to him, and I’m beginning to think…

He can’t say no to me either.

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