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if my decision on which alcoholic beverage I drink means more to him than anything else in this moment.
Holy shit . If I thought the fork-tongued Luke was impossible to resist, that doesn’t hold a candle to the caring, sensitive one standing in front of me right now. This is the first time I’ve been personally gifted with the side of Luke that Livia regularly sees. The one I’ve gotten only rare glimpses of.
I like it. Way too much.
Danger, danger, Will Robinson. Danger!
“Okay, fine,” I concede, mumbling the words.
He nods slightly, looking more relaxed than he did a minute ago. I have to fight the silly urge to wrap my arms around him. I turn to see Livia and Gray watching with looks akin to cats that swallowed a canary, particularly Gray.
Damn them.
“I need the bathroom,” I announce before I slink away for a few precious moments alone to regroup.
Once I’m behind the closed door, I lean against it and let the confusion of the last hour wash over me. My emotions seesaw more with this man than with anyone else in my entire life. One minute I’m ready to set a horde of angry bees on him and the next I want to throw him down and ride him until my cells are imprinted in his, so even thinking of another woman causes him to writhe in agony.
But right now? Right this minute, I just want to feel the warmth and comfort of his arms holding me like I’m his. Which is utterly ridiculous. I’m not his. I’ll never be his. Men like Luke don’t commit. They flit, like butterflies (or dicks), from one vagina to the next. That doesn’t stop my foolish heart from wanting him regardless.
That’s my problem.
I want the impossible.
I always do.
Chapter 10
W hat the hell was I thinking, making a scene like that in front of my brother and his wife? I wasn’t. Clearly. But the thought of Addy numbing her discomfort or whateverthefuck she’s trying to do with that poison damn near had me feral.
I wasn’t lying when I said I spent that entire night worried as hell. Twice I damn near packed her up in my rental car and drove her to the ER. She would wake long enough to vomit and then fall back into a deep sleep. So deep, I thought she was in a coma. Only an asshole would leave her alone in that shape, so I spent the night with her in my arms, staring at the ceiling, fighting sleep, relishing and remembering every second of how it felt to hold her. It was fucking heaven.
That’s when I knew.
This woman belongs to me. The kiss we shared earlier just confirms what I already knew to be true.
No one has ever felt so right pressed against me, not that I’ve given a lot of women that opportunity, mind you. And she won’t remember—she was too blitzed, but she clung to me all night long between her bouts of throwing up. I never wanted her to know I stayed and took care of her. I knew she’d react just like she did now.
Embarrassed.
Defensive.
Closed off.
Don’t lie to yourself, Colloway. You didn’t want her to know because you don’t want her to think you care about her, even when that’s the furthest thing from the truth.
“What was that all about?” Gray inquires. Addy’s fled to the safety of the bathroom; the doorbell just rang and Livia’s gone to answer it. I can hear Alyse’s laugh and Asher’s deep voice. I know we have about sixty seconds until they’re back and our privacy will be gone for the night.
“I have no fucking clue,” I lie. “Why didn’t you tell me you invited her to dinner?” Not that I mind spending time with Addy; I just don’t want her to feel like I’ve ambushed her either, which is fucking crazy—I plan to ambush her every other chance I get. But I want to crumble her defenses, not her trust. Probably not the smartest move to just barge into her apartment then, asshole.
“I honestly didn’t know until I texted you. Livvy apparently invited her last night.”
Ah yes, during the infamous fact-finding mission Addy went on to see if I was telling her the truth
Holy shit . If I thought the fork-tongued Luke was impossible to resist, that doesn’t hold a candle to the caring, sensitive one standing in front of me right now. This is the first time I’ve been personally gifted with the side of Luke that Livia regularly sees. The one I’ve gotten only rare glimpses of.
I like it. Way too much.
Danger, danger, Will Robinson. Danger!
“Okay, fine,” I concede, mumbling the words.
He nods slightly, looking more relaxed than he did a minute ago. I have to fight the silly urge to wrap my arms around him. I turn to see Livia and Gray watching with looks akin to cats that swallowed a canary, particularly Gray.
Damn them.
“I need the bathroom,” I announce before I slink away for a few precious moments alone to regroup.
Once I’m behind the closed door, I lean against it and let the confusion of the last hour wash over me. My emotions seesaw more with this man than with anyone else in my entire life. One minute I’m ready to set a horde of angry bees on him and the next I want to throw him down and ride him until my cells are imprinted in his, so even thinking of another woman causes him to writhe in agony.
But right now? Right this minute, I just want to feel the warmth and comfort of his arms holding me like I’m his. Which is utterly ridiculous. I’m not his. I’ll never be his. Men like Luke don’t commit. They flit, like butterflies (or dicks), from one vagina to the next. That doesn’t stop my foolish heart from wanting him regardless.
That’s my problem.
I want the impossible.
I always do.
Chapter 10
W hat the hell was I thinking, making a scene like that in front of my brother and his wife? I wasn’t. Clearly. But the thought of Addy numbing her discomfort or whateverthefuck she’s trying to do with that poison damn near had me feral.
I wasn’t lying when I said I spent that entire night worried as hell. Twice I damn near packed her up in my rental car and drove her to the ER. She would wake long enough to vomit and then fall back into a deep sleep. So deep, I thought she was in a coma. Only an asshole would leave her alone in that shape, so I spent the night with her in my arms, staring at the ceiling, fighting sleep, relishing and remembering every second of how it felt to hold her. It was fucking heaven.
That’s when I knew.
This woman belongs to me. The kiss we shared earlier just confirms what I already knew to be true.
No one has ever felt so right pressed against me, not that I’ve given a lot of women that opportunity, mind you. And she won’t remember—she was too blitzed, but she clung to me all night long between her bouts of throwing up. I never wanted her to know I stayed and took care of her. I knew she’d react just like she did now.
Embarrassed.
Defensive.
Closed off.
Don’t lie to yourself, Colloway. You didn’t want her to know because you don’t want her to think you care about her, even when that’s the furthest thing from the truth.
“What was that all about?” Gray inquires. Addy’s fled to the safety of the bathroom; the doorbell just rang and Livia’s gone to answer it. I can hear Alyse’s laugh and Asher’s deep voice. I know we have about sixty seconds until they’re back and our privacy will be gone for the night.
“I have no fucking clue,” I lie. “Why didn’t you tell me you invited her to dinner?” Not that I mind spending time with Addy; I just don’t want her to feel like I’ve ambushed her either, which is fucking crazy—I plan to ambush her every other chance I get. But I want to crumble her defenses, not her trust. Probably not the smartest move to just barge into her apartment then, asshole.
“I honestly didn’t know until I texted you. Livvy apparently invited her last night.”
Ah yes, during the infamous fact-finding mission Addy went on to see if I was telling her the truth
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