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He shoots me an annoyed look. “And you like to be told you’re a good boy.”

I shrug with another smile, trying to ignore the twitch in my cock at those beautiful words.

But I bite my tongue on what I want to say next.

There’s something else you like too, isn’t there?

As I look at him sitting across from me, I don’t think I need to ask that. Because the fact that he’s here at all speaks volumes. I thought he didn’t care, and he proved me wrong.

And I know what the events of this day proved to me.

I’ve got some serious feels for Ty Roscoe.

TWENTY-EIGHT

“Fuck,” I murmur to myself as I buckle my seat belt. My jaw fucking hurts, and my lip is throbbing. Luca’s punches carry a lot of weight as he’s a natural striker, and I put myself directly in his line of fire last night. And a few of those hits, I let him have.

Because I deserved it.

At the time, I may not have completely understood why I did that, but I do now. It may not have been the healthiest way to talk and get everything out there, but we did it and we said what we needed to say.

And I finally let myself feel what I’ve been ignoring for a while.

I went there because I care about him.

I let him hit me because I care about him.

I don’t hate him.

I want him.

As I drive to the gym, a feeling of anticipation stirs. After Luca and I left the cage last night, we silently went our separate ways, and I haven’t spoken to him since. But we left with a new understanding of each other. We didn’t need to say anything else, and for me, I feel good about where things stand.

My phone buzzes in the cupholder as I pull up to a red light. Like he’s reading my fucking mind, Luca’s name lights up the screen with a text.

I pick it up, sliding my thumb across the screen.

Luca

You on your way to the gym?

Yeah

*thumbs up emoji*

I sigh as I stare down at the screen.

And what does that mean?

The light turns green, so I toss the phone on the passenger’s seat. I’m only a few minutes away so I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

When I get to the gym and pull into the parking lot, I see him leaning up against his Jeep, head down and looking at his phone. He’s wearing tie-dye sweatpants with a bright yellow hoodie, so he’s hard to miss.

He looks up from under his hood as I get out of my car, dirty blond curls sticking out over his forehead and a smirk on his lips.

Usually I would walk towards the gym and ignore him, and I think about doing just that. But something stops me, and I walk over to him.

He gives me that irritating smile that burrows right under my skin, and I immediately regret my decision.

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