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I’m terrified he’ll vanish or worse, turn into someone else if I take my eyes off him. My heart has been a giddy mess of delightand panic all morning, and I can’t help feeling like it’s going to get ripped away from me if I’m not vigilant.
Rhys is in my arms. He’s between my thighs and in my head and tattooed across my heart, and I never realized just how much I missed him until he’s making me laugh like we were never apart.
I love you,I want to blurt, but the last time I took initiative, I fucked things up so badly, I bite my tongue.
“The photo I took of you that night on your hands and knees, my handprints on your ass, showing me your dimples is still my screensaver on both my phones,” he tells me, grinning like a naughty little boy.
My face flames as I think just how many people might have seen it, but I also get hot by the idea. I love that he kept it and looked at it every time his phone went off. That he kept something so personal from that night, and that photo was personal.
“What happened to that game?” I ask, changing the subject before I distract us both.
“It’s in my room. Hidden in my closet.” He grins when I laugh. “I was really hoping we would finish it.”
My heart skips in my chest even as I bite my lip unsure. “You wanted to finish? I mean, you wanted...”
No matter how I try to word it, it sounds so ridiculous that I wish I never opened my mouth.
“You?” he finishes quietly for me. “I wanted you. I want you. I will always want you. But yes, I wanted everything we did.”
I can hear the crack of my heart against my breastbone. It vibrates through my skull as I forge to life the fear in my gut.
“Even though it was wrong?”
Rhys pulls in a slow breath that lifts his shoulders. His warm eyes watch my face for too long before he speaks.
“Is that why you left?”
Caught, I tear my gaze from his and try to avoid his prodding into my soul, but he has my chin between his fingers and I can’t.
“Is that why you wouldn’t talk to me after?” he presses, not exactly sounding angry, but genuinely curious.
I try to dampen my lips with a dry tongue. “I didn’t want you to ... I pressured you to be with me and because of my selfishness, you had to live with what we did. I thought it would be easier if—”
“Pressured?” he murmurs quietly, cutting me off.
“I got the game. I came to you knowing ... knowing you wouldn’t say no because you never said no to me, and I took advantage—”
Rhys bursts out laughing, making me jump. “Oh fuck, Addie. My sweet, beautiful Addie.” He captures my face between his hands and kisses me so deeply, so thoroughly I’m floating in a liquid stream of pleasure. “If I told you all the times I’ve wanted to bend you over something, all the times I wanted to follow you into your room at night, all the times I watched you with my cock hard in my pants, you would call me a pervert, and this was before the game. The night you came to me was the best night of my life.”
I bite back the excited little smile fluttering in my chest. “Really?”
Rhys kisses me again. “You did nothing to me I wasn’t a hundred percent committed to finishing. If our parents hadn’t come home when they did, I would have ruined their little girl in ways that would ensure we both never got into heaven.”
I never want to leave our bubble. I don’t want to face the world when everything I have ever wanted is reclined under me, arms folded beneath his head, looking up at me as if I hung the stars. As if he can’t bear the thought of looking away.
A feeling I understand to my marrow because I can’t stop looking at him either from my throne straddling the chiseled landscape of his stomach while we cuddle on the couch.
“How did you find me in the chatroom?” I ask, running my hands over his shoulders and down his sculpted pecs.
His hands move up my thighs, over my hips and waist to curve under my breasts.
“You left your phone in the kitchen over Christmas, and it was on. Some fucker with some stupid username wanted you to send nudes.”
I pause in my exploration to cock my head to the side. “Nudes? I don’t remember that.”
Rhys scowls with furrowed brows and pursed lips. “That’s because I blocked his ass and deleted the text.”
“Rhys!” I gasp, trying to portray outrage, but actually amused.
