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“I wouldn’t have killed you,” I repeat. “I was pretty pissed back then but even in my rage, there’s no world where I would have been able to kill you, blondie.”
Admitting that to her feel wrong. But it’s worth it to see the way her blue eyes brighten and her body relaxes. She looks at, her eyes soft and my breath hitches. Fuck, I really hate how pretty her eyes are. And expressive. I don’t think she’d like knowing that.
“So does that mean you forgive me?”
I smile, “It means I don’t feel like killing you anymore, blondie. Doesn’t mean I forgive you.”
“What do I have to do though, do earn your forgiveness?” she asks.
That stops me short. I look at her in confusion.
“I miss you,” she admits, her voice low and there’s a tinge of disbelief there. Like she can’t believe she’s saying the words either.
“Sophia,” I start. “I want your father dead.”
“I’m aware,” she says.
“I hate your family and everything it stands for.”
“I know.”
“You and I aren’t even supposed to be seeing each other. I’m pretty sure this conversation is forbidden.”
“I know. But we are,” she insists.
My hand goes to my eyebrow and I rub it gently. I huff out a breath of frustration.
“I just want us to be friends,” she says gently.
“We were never friends,” I say, my tone harsh. “Half the time I was with you all I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck you again.”
Her breath hitches. She looks up at me, blue eyes intense, “Yeah, that sounds about in line with what I was thinking too.”
My heart pounds and I swallow softly.
“This is a really, really bad idea,” I tell her.
Sophia shifts closer to me and I actually want to take a step back because she feels dangerous right now. But I don’t. Because if she’s a danger, then I want her to consume me.
“I know. But bad ideas are fun, right?”
I can’t help a smile. “You’re a terrible influence, blondie.”
She’s so close, I can feel her breath on my face. When she touches my arm, my heart actually stops. Then it kickstarts and it’s racing. And I think to myself,damn I might actually have a crush on this woman.
But I’m a thirty-year-old man and crush sounds really juvenile. I have feelings for her though. That much is clear.
“Tony,” she whispers. “I know you want to so just kiss me already.”
So I do. In a flash my lips are on hers. I tighten my hands around her waist and run one hand up her back, pressing her closer to my chest. She tastes like strawberries and tequila and it’s so fucking addictive my head starts to swim. Her mouth opens, her lips part and it’s an opportunity I don’t hesitate to explore.
Every part of me wants to do this, aches for this. The feeling of her hands on mine. I didn’t realize how much I craved her touch until now. How much I’ve been craving her. Her hands are in my hair and she tugs at the roots pull me even closer as our tongues tangle. I lift her off her feet and she doesn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around me.
I’m about to carry her to one of the lounge chairs so we can explore each other even further when a phone starts to ring. At first I plan to ignore it and Sophia seems to want to as well. But when the ringing becomes incessant, she groans softly, pulling away from my mouth.
I glare at her before setting her down on her feet.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, moving to grab her phone.
