Page 118 of Dead Pretty

And is a real relationship what I want with Jack?

I’m happy with the way things are right now.

“Sorry,” I say, laying my head back on the sofa, looking at him in the eyes.

“What for?”

“Because …” I let the word drift off because, really, what do I say? Sorry that I’m shut up like a locked box? That I’m a bitch? That I’m a crap girlfriend? Take your pick.

He reaches a hand over and brushes my hair behind my ear. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, Audrey.” He smiles at me.

I know he’s letting me off, and I love him for it.

And I do.

Love him.

Completely and madly.

I don’t need to know this man’s past to love him. Only the him in the now.

And maybe he doesn’t need to know mine to care for me.

This here is who we are. Together. And that is all that matters.

“Well, except for …”

I tense at his words.

“The fact that you’re sitting all the way over there.”

I immediately relax. “I’m sitting right next to you.”

“Like I said … too far.” He pats his lap with his hand.

Fighting a smile, I get up and straddle his lap, my legs going on either side of his. “Happy?” I ask him.

He tips his head back, staring up at me. “Hang on.”

His hands grab hold of both my ass cheeks, and he shifts me forward, putting me right against his hardening dick. My hands land on his chest as that zip of energy that I always feel with him makes its way through my body.

“Now, I am.” His eyes grin up at me.

“Are you ever not horny?” I can hear how breathless I already sound.

How can I go from worried to horny in a few moments?

Him.

Jack is the reason.

“Around you?” He smirks. “Nope.”

I slide my hands up his chest, putting my arms around the back of his neck, bringing our faces close together.

I stare into his eyes, wanting to tell him everything that I feel for him.

The one thing I hadn’t felt until he walked into my life.