While thinking, he swipes his pointer finger runs over his lips, instead of finishing the dessert. “Why did you change yourname?”
“Because once I graduated, I wanted to vanish and be someone different.”
He’s quiet for a long moment. “That’s when you became Anna Morrow?”
“Yeah.”
“I like Annika better.”
My chest tightens unexpectedly.
“That name belongs to someone else.”
He shakes his head, his mouth drawn up as he moves to sit on the side of the bed. “I don’t think it does.”
I realize we’re in the same boat, being compared. Mine for horrible reasons. His for his family football greatness.
The walls close in as he shifts towards me.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Once again giving me time to say the magic word. Stop.
I don’t because I can’t. We’re connected like I haven’t been in years.
His hand lifts, fingers brushing along my jawline like he remembers and learned how to touch me without even knowing what I’ve been through.
“Thanks for sharing your story.” He presses his large palm on my thigh, squeezing and somehow it comforts me.
“I didn’t tell you everything.”
FIFTEEN
PARKER
She has the face of an angel with a wicked tongue. “I didn’t tell you everything.”
“You told me enough.”
Her breath hitches. “I want to be on record that this is still a bad idea.” She stresses the word still.
“And yet.”
“And yet,” she echoes.
“You’re in my room, wanting the same thing as me,” I rasp out.
She’s so fucking beautiful. Her full hips and thick toned legs. I move my finger to her neck and can feel her pulse pounding against my finger pads.
It’s different from last time. Slower because there’s a silent understanding underneath the pokes and jabs.
I’m on the edge of the bed and she’s still on the couch. I wrap my hands around her and pull her onto my lap. Careful and cautious, my mouth finds her again. Warm with desire. And this time she doesn’t hesitate.
Shewiggles closer.
I feel like I’m jumping off a cliff with no parachute. Kissing the woman who’s dug herself deep into my head, trying to flip switches. But right now, I don’t care. I need her, and judging by the soft hum against my mouth she needs me too.
