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“None of his goddamn business.”
Shane glares at me and I swallow a curse.
Shit. I should come clean with J, but Manon isn’t Cassie, and anyway, that’s in the past, right? What happened with her? Now he’s with Amber, and they’re disgustingly happy together. I’m seriously glad for the guy—but he knows I’ve wanted Manon for months now. He never objected to it, and even if he did…
Even if he did, it doesn’t fucking matter, because I can’t be with her, not like I want. Not like he is with Amber.
He’s good for her. She’s awesome for him.
I’m the opposite of what Manon needs, even if she’s the world to me.
Fuck this.
“Heading home.” I push to my feet, grab my walking stick. “See you around, man. Let me know if you hear anything about a job.”
He nods, and I step outside, my mind returning to the flowers I can’t afford and everything Manon deserves, not knowing these will soon prove to be the least of my worries.
***
I stand outside her door, clutching the handle of my walking stick so hard it creaks. No bottle of wine. No flowers. Hell.
No choice, though. Need to save every penny. I’ll have to make it up to her later, one way or another.
Doesn’t stop me from feeling like an asshole, though. This is exactly what I was afraid of—that I’d never be what she needs.
I forget my thoughts of doom when she opens the door and gives me a bright smile, her brilliant eyes locking with mine.
Christ, she’s so pretty. It hits me every single time I look at her. No idea what the hell she’s doing with a loser like me, but I refuse to dwell on that right now. Fuck it, I’ll take what she gives, save it for the cold, lonely days ahead.
She goes on tiptoe to kiss me, and I grab her around the waist, crush our lips together. God, I can’t get enough of her. I lick her mouth, drunk on her taste, and her arms go around my neck, smooth and easy, like they belong there.
Like she belongs here, with me.
She drags me to her kitchen, seats me at her table. She’s cooked thick onion soup with toast and cheese, and despite my awkwardness at my lack of contribution, I inhale everything. It’s damn good, and I’m starving. Meanwhile, she tells me about her day at college, the new classes, the new professors, and I listen avidly.
She lives in a different world from mine.
It’s later, sprawled on her couch with her settled between my legs and the TV playing, the volume set low, that I make my apologies.
“Sorry for not bringing you flowers.” I brush the silky hair from her nape, kiss her there, make her shiver. “As soon as I get a job, I will.”
“I don’t need flowers.” She twists around, reaches for me. “Didn’t expect any.”
“You should. A boyfriend would’ve brought you red roses, a bottle of expensive wine, a gift. You shouldn’t settle for less.”
“I’ll settle for a boyfriend who wants me,” she whispers, stroking my cheek. “Who spends time with me, who listens and tries to make me feel better when I’m down. Who cares for me. Who desires me. I think I’d be lucky if I found a guy like that.”
Don’t know what to say. My throat closes up, because it sounds as if she’s saying...
Fuck no, Seffers, don’t go imagining stuff. If she finds someone, she says. Not that she’s already found anyone.
But I need her closer, so I kiss her again, and again, until we end up tangled up on the sofa. I roll her underneath me, pressing my hardening dick between her legs. Her nipples tighten under the thin fabric of her blouse, the lace of her bra.
Could I be enough for her? Could I fix my life and be with her? Would she accept me as I am, if she knew everything?
Desperate for her, I push her skirt up, tear her panties off, bury my face between her legs. She yips when I lick her seam, part her folds with my tongue. She’s sweet everywhere, and the sounds she makes… Fuck, I can barely hold on to my control as she writhes under my mouth and hands.
She reaches for me, tugs on my head. “Seth,” she whispers. “Inside me. Please.”
