Something I'm not sure I'm ready for.
He rolls off me and disposes of the condom, then pulls me into his arms.
"You okay?"he asks.
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure."
He kisses the top of my head, and I close my eyes.
For the first time in eight months, I feel safe.
And that scares me more than anything Randall could do.
Because if I let myself believe this is real, if I let myself fall for Timothy, and then I lose him, I don't know if I'll survive it.
But lying here in his arms, feeling his heartbeat under my cheek, I realize it's too late.
I'm already falling.
And there's no going back.
CHAPTER 6
Timothy
I wake up with Carla in my arms, and for a second, I think I'm dreaming.
But then she shifts against me, her bare skin sliding against mine, and I know it's real.
She's here.In my bed.
The possessiveness that slams through me should probably concern me.I've known this woman for two weeks.Spoken to her maybe a dozen times before yesterday.But lying here with her tucked against my chest, her dark hair spread across my pillow, I know with absolute certainty that I'm not letting her go.
