It’s a small room with only a desk and two, worn leather seats. Stuffy and dusty from lack of use but I just need the privacy.
Willow stands in the middle of the room in that pretty green dress with her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at me.
“We both know you can’t stay angry at me,” I smirk, “It’s not in your bones.”
“I also thought you had more respect for me than to ghost me for a week, but here we are.” She throws back.
I suck my lip between my teeth, cocking my head as I let myself get a good look at her, her long legs and flared hips, the dip of her waist and the way her copper hair tumbles over her freckled shoulders.
“I don’t want to be fucking respectful right now, Red.”
She sucks her tongue against her teeth, “Not a fucking chance.”
“Yeah?” I start to stalk toward her, heart thudding in my chest. “I’ve missed you, Red.”
“Not enough, apparently,” She holds steady, tipping her chin to maintain eye contact.
“Missed you so fucking bad,” I growl, “The whole fucking week, all I could think about was you.”
“But still, you never came.”
“Is that what you think?” I stop in front of her, watching her skin pebble as I run a finger up her bare arm. “You think just because you didn’t see me, that I wasn’t there?”
“Stalking is illegal.” She snaps back but it’s missing some of that bite.
“I do a lot of illegal shit,” I remind her, “It’s why I gave you the week to think about whether you wanted this, I can see you missed me as much as I missed you.”
“I didn’t miss you.” She lies.
“Is that why you moaned my name in the shower two days ago while you fucked this pretty pussy with your fingers?”
Her eyes widen dramatically. Just because I didn’t let her see me, does not mean I didn’t see her, and it was fucking torture being that close without touching her.
“You broke into my apartment!” She accuses.
“Breaking in would suggest I didn’t already have your keys and your door code.”
She opens her mouth to speak but closes it quickly, pouting as she has nothing to say. “The only thing I realized in the last week was that I can’t go another fucking day without being inside of you. Without kissing you. Without hearing you fucking breathe, so tell me, Willow, you think I want to let this go?”
“Maybe not right now,” Her lashes flutter rapidly, her breaths heavy, “But you will.”
I laugh without humor, “I’m about to show you how fucking wrong you are.”
Chapter Eighteen
This is not how it was supposed to play out.
I keep telling myself every word he spills is a lie, but I know it’s not true. He means every fucking word and I’m so fucking weak for him I’m like putty in his hands.
His fingers grasp my chin tightly, enough to keep me still but not enough to hurt and then he leans in, his lips brushing over mine and it’s like every ounce of tension leaves his body.
“I missed you, Red,” He rasps, “Let me showyou how much.”
“Here?”
“Right fucking here,” His other hand goes to the hem of my dress, but he doesn’t tug, not until I give him my permission.
“I’m sorry, Wills,” He says, “I thought I was doing the right thing by giving you space.”
