Page 86 of Wicked Nasty

Why can I not say it to his face?

As I sit up, gazing at the serene forest before me, my heart is filled with conflicting emotions. I am completely in love with Danny, but at the same time, there is a deep-seated fear that saying it out loud will jinx everything.

But Danny is right. I need to face my fucking feelings…

Isitperchedonmy bed, mind racing as I try to prepare myself for the conversation with Danny. Suddenly, he bursts through my bedroom door, causing me to jump in surprise.

"What the fuck?" I exclaim, only to see him smiling mischievously.

"Katya, let me in. And she made the best chocolate chip cookies," he says, holding up a plate of some of the most delicious-looking cookies I've ever seen. "But it's not about the cookies. I'm here to talk to you. There's no escaping now."

He settles onto my bed beside me, and I can feel his warmth radiating towards me.

"Danny... this is too much. I..." I stutter, unsure of what to say.

He shakes his head at me. "No. It's not. It's called being a fucking adult and talking about your thoughts and feelings. So get to talking."

I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before speaking again. "You can't keep chasing me."

He lets out a hearty laugh and looks at me with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. "Oh, Becs," he whispers. "I don't chase anything."

His eyes are filled with hunger and desire, making my heart race with anticipation. "But you know what I will do?" he continues, slowly snaking his hands up my body until one is wrapped around my neck. I whimper under his touch, craving more.

"I will conquer you," he declares confidently. "You will crumble for me once you open that icy heart."

And with that, he leans down and softly kisses me, sending shivers running down my spine as our lips meet in a fiery embrace.

I melt into his kiss, my body betraying my mind's hesitation. His lips are soft yet demanding. My hands instinctively reach up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

Danny breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. His eyes, dark with desire, search mine. "Tell me you don't want this," he challenges, his voice husky.

I open my mouth to protest, but the words die on my tongue. How can I deny what my body so clearly craves?

"I... I can't," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

A triumphant smile spreads across his face. "That's what I thought," he murmurs, before capturing my lips once more.

This time, the kiss is gentler, exploratory. His hand moves from my neck to cup my cheek, his thumb caressing my skin softly. I sigh into his mouth, my defenses crumbling with each tender touch.

Danny pulls back slightly, resting his forehead against mine. "You've been running for so long," he whispers. "Let me in, butterfly. Let me show you what it's like to fly."

His words stir something deep within me, a longing I've kept buried for years. I tremble, torn between the safety of isolation and the allure of his promise.

"I'm scared," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

Danny's eyes soften. "I know," he says. "But I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

He takes my hand, intertwining our fingers. The simple gesture feels more intimate than any kiss.

"We'll take it slow," he assures me. "One step at a time."

The words trembled on my lips before finally spilling out, “I… I love you, Danny.”

His face lights up with a smug grin. “I know.”

I can't help but playfully slap his arm. “Such an ass.”

“Mmmm, but you wouldn't have me any other way.” He teases back, his tone full of affection. "Now, let's focus on this project."

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