A rough groan leaves my lips. It comes from somewhere deep. Sawyer’s hands roam over my chest then slide to my waist.
They rest on the curve of my ass, pulling me closer against him.
There’s no space between us.
He said I seem sad, but I’ve never been happy in my life until this moment.
Sawyer kisses like he’s afraid he’ll never get to do it again.
When I finally drag my lips away, it’s only enough to look up at him. I feel his soft breaths against my lips.
He laughs, soft and shaky. “Holy shit, Aiden.”This is insane.It’s the only way to explain it. Insanity. Because a sane person wouldn’t let some random man upend everything they’ve worked for. “Don’t stop.”
“If I don’t stop, I won’t stop at all.”
Sawyer’s eyes hood. He has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen and I like when they get heavy. “Why do you say it like it’s a bad thing?” He pulls me in brushing his lips against mine, and if I don’t pull away now, I’ll never leave this apartment.
“I don’t deserve this,” I admit. “You don’t know me.”
Ignoring my words, Sawyer’s fingers thread through my belt loops, pulling me closer. “Let me decide that.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Don’t run away from me.”
My eyes close, and while I want to do just that, the truth slices like a knife. Even if I wasn’t trying to steal from him... even if I was some normal asshole who wasn’t living in danger... I still wouldn’t be good enough for him.
Sawyer is incredible. Jamie’s words from earlier hit me.
I don’t deserve this.
I’ll only ruin him.
I ruin everything.
The voices in my head sound familiar. Cold. A little like my mother and Ivan. It puts out any fire left in me.
I slip out of his arms and let them fall to his sides, and with the absence of his hands, a chill settles into my skin. I find my shirt and pull it back on.
“Aiden?” Sawyer’s worried tone tugs something in me.
I can’t look at him anymore. I need to get out of here.
I make everything worse.
I step back. “I shouldn’t have kissed you like that,” I manage to say.
I need space.
“What if I want you to kiss me?”
I can barely hear him over the thoughts roaring in my head. Panic climbs my ribcage.
If you knew the things I’ve done . . .
He slips off the counter, stepping toward me. I step back.
I ignore the hurt in his eyes.
“Don’t touch me.” I don’t think I can handle it. I know if he gets his hands on me again, I’m never leaving this apartment. Not in one piece.
“I won’t hurt you, Aiden.”
