She nods appreciatively.
I glance back and forth between them. “That wasn’t meant for you to read. Either of you. How didyouget it?” I ask Ernesto, afraid of his response.
“That would be where I come in.”
I turn in the direction of his voice as Finn rounds the corner into the conference room. I should be glad to see him, but right now, I want to strangle him.
“How about we give these two a minute,” Sam says as she stands and makes her way to the door.
Ernesto pats Finn on the shoulder. “Good luck, man. She looks pissed.”
He nods his head and crosses his arms as they close the door behind them.
Placing my hands on my hips, I feel the blood boiling inside me. “How could you?” I ask. “Is this your last ditch effort to hurt me? Do you hate me so much that you could take something so personal and share it with strangers?”
“Ernesto isn’t a stranger,” he replies.
“It wasn’t meant for his eyes. I talk about him in there. I say things about everyone, even when we—”
“Made love?” he asks.
I swallow hard, feeling the blush in my cheeks.
He shrugs. “I might have taken those pages out before I gave it to him.”
“You read it?” I ask, feeling a small bit of hope.
“Twice.”
I lean back on the table and fold my head into my hands. This can’t be real.
“Wasn’t that what I was supposed to do?” he asks.
I gaze up at him. “Yes, but—”
“But what?” he asks, slowly moving toward me.
“But… I… I wantedyouto read it. Just you… not Ernesto or Sam Wittaker for fuck’s sake. Just you! It was hard enough giving it to you because those are my private thoughts. Thoughts about how hot I thought you were on the side of the road and how you made me wet when you’d say my name, and, oh God, how I checked out your ass when you weren’t looking. Not only did you obviously think it was funny, but it didn’t mean anything to you. It couldn’t have or you wouldn’t have given it away.”
I shake my head and gaze up at him as he moves in front of me. “But you know what? I don’t care. You can embarrass me and hurt me back and tell the world I’m a fool, because I am. I should have never let you go, and just so you know, I’m not giving up. I’m going to show you one way or another that we belong together and that I’m good for you and you’re good for me.”
He smirks. “Are you finished?” he asks sarcastically.
“No.” I stand, reach out for him and pull him toward me, crushing my lips to his. To my surprise, he kisses me back. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls my body against his. My fingers slide into his hair and he moans as his tongue touches mine.
My mind races with questions. What does it mean that he’s kissing me back? Is this a kiss goodbye? If it is, then I won’t let him stop because he’s amazing and hot and I want him.
He pulls back and I lurch forward, trying to reclaim his mouth with mine.
“Now are you done?” he asks.
“I’ll never be done,” I reply.
“Good.”
“Good?” I question.
“Was that the wrong answer?” he asks.
