My jaw ticks and my body seems to be pulling apart at the seams just at the suggestion of hearing those words.
Take. Her. Home.
That house is a building, not a home.
“I know you don’t want to do it, but it’s the right thing to do,” Mom suggests in a soothing, calm tone, hoping to placate me.
I run a hand through my hair, the strands flying in every direction with how frustrated I am.
No one in the room knows that today of all days, I can’t take her home because I’ve planned a date for her.
Last night when she said that she wanted to go to an aquarium, I couldn’t sleep the entire night. I kept thinking about how that’s the one place she wants to be at.As soon as morning arrived, I grabbed my things and went to Sebastian to plan it all out. Only to come home and find out that my parents had cornered my girlfriend and made her spill out the secrets that I had no plan of sharing.
And on top of it, they’re asking me to drop her home—the last place I want her to be.
“We should go,” Rose repeats.
Not saying a reply, I grab her hand and pull her out of the room. I take her to the garage. We stand next to my car but I make no move to open the door. Because I don’t want her to fucking leave.
“Thank you for letting me stay?—”
“Don’t say it.”
She cups my cheek. The action makes me shudder. The touch of her warm skin makes me meet her eyes.
“You are always so good to me. Sometimes, I think, I don’t deserve it,” she says.
“You deserve more. Far more.” I lean down and kiss her. Immediately, my body relaxes, the tension evaporating and pleasure settles into my bones. They ache with the need to do things to her that only reside in my head.
Last night was enough. She was enough.
But I want more. I always want more when it comes to her.
Holding the thread of restraint, I pull back and press my forehead against hers, breathing hard.
She has her eyes closed and her hands are pressed against my chest.
“I was going to take you out on a date today,” I confess.
She looks at me shocked.
“I had it all planned out.”
“A date?” She whispers. Then a tiny smile blooms on her face. “Really?”
I nod and pull her closer by her waist. My hands fit so perfectly over those curves that I can’t help but trace. “Yes.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
She sighs. “If you don’t tell me, what am I supposed to wear then?”
I grin. “You’d look beautiful no matter what you wear.”
She flushes.
I tuck a few strands of her hair behind her ear and let my fingers linger by the side of her cheek. She shivers a little and a low gasp leaves past her lips. I love seeing how much I affect her.
