Page 119 of Your Place or Mine

But neither of us moved.

“You make me forget,” I admitted. “And that scares the hell out of me.”

She nodded once. “You make me feel like I’m not broken.”

I closed my eyes, her words crashing through me like a tidal wave.

And then she touched my face…just one soft brush of her fingers along my jaw.

“I don’t want to be something you regret,” she said.

“You’re not,” I rasped.

But you might be something Ilose.

I didn’t say it out loud.

I couldn’t.

I kissed her again, softer this time. Slower. Like I was afraid she might disappear if I let go.

And maybe I was.

Because for the first time in years, I didn’t feel alone in my pain.

And that made her more dangerous than anything.

Because I wanted her.

Not just for tonight.

Not just for comfort.

But for everything.

And that? That was the scariest part of all.

I hadn’t meant to stay.

Hadn’t meant to touch her again.

Hadn’t meant toneedher.

But the second my mouth was on hers…soft, slow, reverent now, like I was rediscovering the shape of something I didn’t know I’d been missing, it was over.

My hands moved without asking, threading through her hair, brushing her cheek, cradling her like I was terrified she’d vanish.

Because maybe I was.

She kissed me back like she meant it. Like sheneededit just as badly. Her fingers curled in the front of my flannel shirt, tugging, anchoring herself to me like she was afraid I’d pull away.

I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

God, her mouth was warm. Soft. Sure.

And her body… her body fit against mine like it was carved there, like we were two puzzle pieces that had been flung across separate rooms for too long and finally found each other in the dark.

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