So . . . to match him, I take off my top and remove my shorts, leaving me in a thong and another see-through bra. I bought more once I saw how crazy they made him.
“Fuck . . . me,” he says as his eyes immediately go to my breasts.
I hold my hand out as he takes a step forward. “Books first, sex on the new chair after.”
“Promise?” he asks.
“Promise,” I say.
“Then get to work, you dirty girl. I need that pussy in my mouth now.” He slaps my ass and as a squeal comes out of me, he smirks and starts moving faster with the books.
Ugh . . . this man.
It’s crazy to say, but . . . I love him.
I know I do. I did love Perry, but this feels so different. There were...boundaries with Perry. Limits. And it’s not just that Halsey spoils me withwhatever I want.It’s more about his attitude toward me. I’m his world, which I’ve seen in Eli with Penny too. These guys have so much riding on their careers, so much pressure not to be distracted by anything other than hockey, but they’re so sacrificial when it comes to how they love. And let me tell you, it’s incredible to be the recipient of such devotion. I’ve always wanted what my parents have. They just complement each other in so many ways. They’re different, just like Halsey and I are different, yet those differences make them better as a couple.And I think I’ve finally found that too. I could imagine spending the rest of my life with this man.More so than I ever felt with Perry.
These heavy feelings I have for him. It’s love.
It’s true, deep, real love.
Once-in-a-lifetime all-consuming love.
And I’m almost positive he feels the same way about me.
“You’re quiet,”I say to Halsey as I stroke my fingers over his bare chest.
We’re lying in bed, our breath still slightly labored from how Halsey took me against the wall, and I can feel him thinking. How do I know? Because he’s the same after every time we have sex—he strokes my bare skin, telling me how soft it is. He’s reminding me how beautiful he thinks I am, and he’s kissing me carefully until I fall asleep.
But he’s not doing any of those things, which means he’s thinking about something.
Something is on his mind.
“Sorry,” he says as he drags his fingers up and down my back.
“Don’t be sorry. Is there something you want to talk about that might be occupying your mind at the moment?”
He turns his head and kisses me on the forehead. “Got caught up in how much I like you. Moments like these, I wish I could share this with people.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“With Holden,” he says softly. “He’d like you so much. He’d immediately see how perfect you are for me and I don’t know, just sad that I haven’t been able to share this with him.”
“Oh, I understand.”
He’s silent again but then says, “I’ve been thinking.”
“Yeah?” I say as I play with his trimmed chest hair, letting the short, stubby strands run against my nails. “What are you thinking about?”
“I was thinking about contacting my parents.”
“Really?” I ask while I sit up so I can look at him.
He nods. “Yeah. There’s been too much time that’s passed where we haven’t kept in touch, and I don’t think that should continue. Hell, I don’t know anything that’s going on in their lives and that’s scary. What if they need help or what if they’re struggling? I don’t know. I should at least try to contact them.”
“Would you message them together? Because didn’t you say they were divorced?”
“Yeah,” he says. “I think I’d try messaging my dad first. He and I had a better relationship and my mom was closest with Holden so, I think if I approach my dad first, maybe that would be better.”
