Page 79 of Almost is Never Enough

She witnessed Hyde himself and she moved toward him, her honey eyes full of trust instead of fear.

Thud.

I shared one of my favorite places with her.

Thud.

And she loved it. Loved being there with me.

Thud.

I saw that in her eyes.

Thud.

It wasn’t casual.

Thud.

Can’t ever be fucking casual.

Thud.

I know casual.

Hell, I had a casual thing with Leigh-Ann for months.

Thud.

This isn’t that.

But how the fuck do I convince her of that?

My hands fall to my sides, sweat rolling down both sides of my face as I stare at the bag still swinging in front of me. That one question echoes through my mind over and over again.

How the hell do I convince her that this shit is real?

Never in my life have I been in this position before and the fact that I’ve been out here, hitting this damn bag for over an hour is proof that I’m so out of my fucking depth that it isn’t even funny. I let out a growl and begin pounding my fists into the bag again, my chest heaving and my muscles screaming for relief. But my mind is screaming louder and if I stop, I know I’ll lose my shit.

Thud.

I need to see her.

Need to taste her lips again.

Thud.

But what the fuck do I say to her to make her realize that what we have is way more than fucking casual?