Page 164 of Tainted Romance

“I don’t care.” Blake leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips. “I know you love me as much as you can, and I’ll settle for that.”

“I still don’t know if I can do that. Leave him. I don’t think I can do it.” She started shaking her head getting nervous. “Even though everything is telling me to run, I don’t want to.”

“Sleep today. Think about it. I’ll come back tonight, and we can talk.” He kissed her forehead. “Just rest today, and don’t make your headache worse by dwelling on it.”

She sighed. “Ok.”

My mind snapped from hers. Her words. It’s made what I do next a hell of a lot easier repeated in my head. That’s what she said before she left me. Fuck. She was still thinking of leaving me.

All over him!

All because I said one thing, she then thinks that the solution is to go! To run from me. Didn’t she know how she had me? All of me. Forever.

She had my mark on her neck. There was only one woman I was going to care about for the rest of my life, and that was her.

My heart started aching just at the thought of not seeing her again.

I wouldn’t let that happen.

“Allie?” I whispered in her ear. I knew waking her up was selfish. I also knew I promised I wouldn’t do it, but I had to talk to her. I couldn’t let her keep planning about leaving me in her sleep.

She stirred.

“Allie?”

“Blake?” she mumbled and that immediately pissed me off.

“No, Allie. It’s Zane.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and she frowned, still waking up. She twisted on my arm. Her hand going to my face as if testing to see if I was real.

“Zane.” She frowned. “Why are you here?”

I answered her question by kissing her lips, and I had planned on pulling back but I couldn’t. Not once I got a taste of her. I was a dead man, and I was stupid to think I could just kiss her without wanting more.

Her lips were still against mine at first and I knew after that memory of this morning she just relived she was fighting me.

‘Come on, sweetheart, kiss me back,’I said into her mind.

She was still waking up. I reached into her mind needing to know what she was thinking.

Don’t do it. Do not kiss him back. He was the one thinking I would sleep with Blake after being with him. Like I would want Blake after being with him. Nope. Don’t kiss him. I should get away from him.

I can’t think with his mouth on mine. God, and his hand on me. Did he know what he did to me? Did he know he made thinking impossible? Because that’s what he was doing. Making it impossible to think!

Ok. Facts. He thinks I’m a common slut. Fact. I love him. Fact. This is going to end terribly and with my heart broken. Fact. Push him away!

Her hands gripped my shoulders, and I thought she was going to.

But I love him, and haven’t stopped thinking about him since I left him. God, I need him. Fuck it, just kiss him back.

I grinned as soon as I heard her think it and, within a second, her lips were kissing mine, and instead of pushing me away, she pulled me down closer to her.

Her hands started to push up my shirt, and I knew I would have to be the one to bring us back to reality even though I had started it.

I pulled back from her. We needed to talk and, if I let this go any further, we wouldn’t be talking and, by her thoughts, talking was the last thing she wanted to do.

“Allie, we need to talk,” I said, unsteady after just getting an overdose of her. “About you leaving with Blake. We need to talk about that.”

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