Page 85 of When We Met

I press a kiss to her wet hair. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. I like him too.”

Fuck, it’s more than liking him. Look at the way my damn heart skips a beat at the sight of him. I love this guy, and I just met him.

Sev sighs and flops down beside me. “Tell me a story.”

I move from the bed to the floor where their shag rug is. Both girls curl up to me with their blankets, the soft dim lighting of their twinkle lights on their ceiling giving them the appearance of stars in their eyes. “Once upon a time, there was a princess. She lived in a big castle and found a prince and—”

“Oh, that’s terrible,” Sev says, shaking her head. “I not marrying no stinkin’ boy.”

Camdyn laughs. “If you want babies, you gots to marry a boy.”

Sev doesn’t even entertain the idea and frowns. “No way.”

I hold both of them closer, content with never leaving this room. “Okay, once upon a time, there was a lady with snakes in her hair.”

Sev’s eyes light up. “Love it. Keep going.”

I hate that I want to be a part of his life and theirs so badly I’m forgetting that my time here could be limited beyond him fixing my car.

In Barron’s room, he’s sitting on the bed, his eyes narrowed on me. “Are they asleep?”

“I think, but you know them,” I tease, closing the bedroom door behind me and locking it.

He waits several seconds, enough that I sit on the bed beside him. His eyes roam over my face as he lifts his hand to touch my cheek, his thumb brushing under my eye. “Stay for Christmas.”

“What?”

“The girls love you,” he says, his eyes searching mine. “Stay for Christmas.”

“Barron… I shouldn’t,” I say instead. “I’ve been meaning….”

He presses his fingers to my lips. “Iwant you to stay.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, the confusion unbearable. I shake my head and know that if I don’t tell him soon, it’s going to ruin any chance of forgiveness. He’s kissing his way up my throat, making it harder and harder to give him the truth.

I turn my face to his as he’s worked his way up my throat to my lips. “Do you believe in fate?”

He pauses and looks me in the eyes. “Maybe.”

“Maybe? What kind of answer is that?”

“It’s the one I give when I’m trying to fuck you.” He grunts, lying me flat on his mattress and covering my body with his.

Okay, I’ll tell him after this.

I know, I’m a dumbass. You don’t have to tell me. At least I’m a knowing dumbass and taking responsibility. Working my shirt off, he unbuttons my jeans, prying them off. Before I know it, he’s inside me, and I forget about what I want to say.

I wrap my arms around him, my legs following suit. “Don’t stop.”

He lifts up with the support of his arms, his hips driving inside me at the right angle. “I didn’t plan to.”

I moan his name, God’s, and pretty much anything that comes to mind as he fucks me. Shuddering beneath him, I’m not sure which one of us is breathing heavier. Him or me.

He pushes into me once more, his weight heavier as he kisses me. “Kacy,” he says, grunting my name as his body shakes. “So fucking good with you.”

“I know.” Because I do. It’s the reason I can’t tell him. Everything is so natural between us, as if this is meant to be.

Rolling to the side, he keeps me close, but there’s a distance between us I’ve created. He lifts his head and looks over at me. “Need a shower?”

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