Lightly clasping my hands at her lower back, I drop my forehead to hers, still in disbelief that I get to hold her like this.
“Damn straight we are.”
She blows out a pent-up breath, her hands fisting the cotton fabric of my shirt. “I’m going to need you to be patient with me. It’s been a long time since—” She trails off.
“I know, Kitten.”
“I’m probably going to mess up a lot.”
“Have you met me?” I reply with a self-deprecating laugh.
She smiles, and my heart painfully swells at the sight. “Completely damaged and unrepairable, but perfect in a non-perfect way.”
Her words bring back memories of the fight we had in Norðurljósavegur about the meaning of love.
“You say I don’t know you, Kitten, but you don’t know me.” My fingers grip her flesh tighter.
“You won’t hurt me, Fallon,” she rasps out.
I release my hold around her neck, and she slumps forward on the wall.
“Yes, I will.”
She turns around and cups my face in her hands. The contact makes me jerk.
“No, you won’t. Ask me to close my eyes and tell you who I see.”
“No,” I grit out and push her back against the wall once again, causing a picture frame to fall off and smash to the floor.
“I seeyou, Fallon.”
“Stop it, Elizabeth.”
“Fallon—”
“Goddamn you.” Taking what I’ve coveted for so long, I kiss her.
It’s not a pretty kiss or a nice kiss. It’s not a playful kiss. It’s a kiss filled with anger and hurt.
I plunder her mouth, taking what I want, not giving a damn if she’ll hate me for it.
She looks up at me with those soulful green eyes, her lips swollen and red. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“You make me so goddamn crazy, Elizabeth.”
“You still shouldn’t have done that.”
“You wouldn’t shut up.”
We both start laughing.
“We’re so messed up,” she half-heartedly replies, shaking her head.
My arms go around her waist, and I hold on to her for dear life.
“Completely damaged and unrepairable,” I agree.
“But perfect in a non-perfect way.”
