"Okay." Her answer is unassuming, but I feel a certain intensity radiating from her. Her answer is so much more than a simple okay. She's trusting me to not hurt her. And coming from a girl that's had enough pain for one lifetime in her short amount of years on earth, I don't take her agreement lightly.
"Thank you, Millie."
She lets out an exhale and it's shaky. "For what?"
"For trusting me. I won't let you down." A vow I intend on keeping until my last breath. Nothing could compel me to cause this girl any kind of pain. It would be my undoing.
"Promise?" Vulnerability swims in her pretty irises and it breaks my heart. I caused that. My foolish actions have caused her to question my intentions.
A mistake I won't make again. "With everything in me, Millie St. James, I promise to never hurt you."
Her smile melts my heart. "I believe you."
My eyes find hers, a silent understanding passes between us. This is something special, something meant to be coveted. A bond that is once in a lifetime.
She's my person.
I walk her to her door, holding her hand so tightly I fear she may lose blood flow, but she doesn't seem to mind because she's holding me back just as tightly.
She reaches the door and turns to face me, her hand still securely in mine. "I had a really good time tonight. Watching you play is my new favorite hobby."
I smile because her being at my game and watching me play is my new favorite thing ever. Well, that and her kisses. "I'm so glad you came." I don't want to let her hand go, I don't want to let her go but I know I have to. She needs sleep and I need to go home and take care of the raging erection still straining against my jeans zipper before I do something really stupid like pulling her back into my arms.
"Goodnight, Rowan Pierce." She smiles as she pushes her key into the doorknob.
"Goodnight, Daredevil," I whisper right before she slips into the doorway, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
I think about her all the way home. I dream about her as soon as my head hits my pillow and she's the first person I call the moment I wake up the next morning.
I never knew it would feel like this.
This is love.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Millie
Oh. My. Gosh. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. He just kissed me! HE JUST KISSED ME! And oh, my what a kiss it was. I know I don't have anything to compare it to but I can't imagine a kiss being any better than that.
I quietly close my bedroom door, mindful of my parents sleeping just down the hallway. My back goes up against the door for support because my legs feel like they are going to give out from under me. I reach up and touch my still tingling lips.
How was it that good?Is it normal to feel like you're simultaneously floating and that none of your limbs are working because your muscles are Jell-O? I'm not sure what the answer is to that, but what I do know is that I don't mind the feeling one bit. My heart beats rapidly in my chest, my adrenaline stillpumping wildly in my veins. My fingertips graze the sensitive spot to count the beats.
I close my eyes to count, but soon I lose count and I'm transported back outside, standing in front of his truck, his lips moving against mine. I moan quietly. My legs rub together to try to create friction against my most sensitive parts. It's the most delicious feeling to relive. It calms and rejuvenates me. A feeling that should contradict itself, but somehow works perfectly together.
I start moving towards my ensuite, my eyes still partly closed, my legs still feel unsteady and my thoughts still on the events of tonight.
Suddenly I catch sight of something out of the corner of my eye, and I stop short of the bathroom. There's a weird haze just to the side of my bed. Like fog or something. But that's not possible, I'm inside. It's just barely there but it's enough to catch my attention.
Tingling starts at the base of my spine and zaps up the columns at an alarming speed until it reaches the back of my neck. My hand flies to the spot and my skin breaks out into tiny goosebumps all over.
My heart jumps into my throat and I'm only able to take tiny little puffs of air. It's like the air around me suddenly becomes too thick to breathe.Not again. I start to panic because the hazy formation that I caught in the corner of my eye starts to take shape.
It becomes more prominent, brighter even. And then it starts to take the shape of a human form. From the hazy fog comes one arm, then another. My breath halts in my chest when the shape starts to take on legs. My body goes eerily still as I watch the weird fog manipulate its shape until something that looks a hell of a lot like a teenage girl appears. Her figure is translucent but solid enough that I can make out specific features.
My heart practically leaps out of my chest as she takes a step towards me. She's beautiful with long blonde hair and eyes that pierce the soul. A face I would recognize anywhere.
Lucy.
