Page 47 of Someone Like You

“I have a ton of work to do, and I wasn’t expecting company. Okay?”

“Damn. Mood ruined just like that, huh?”

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I already knew that you were still there the day that you showed me this place. I hoped that I misunderstood, but I guess I didn’t.”

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does.”

“Why?”

She turned away from me and shook her head. I gripped her chin and turned her face toward me.

Giselle huffed out a sigh.

“Talk to me, beautiful.”

“What do you want, Casimir?”

“I want to know what you’re feeling.”

“I’m feeling confused and crazy, okay? Like, why am I playing this game with you? Why am I sitting up in your house? Why are you still with your wife and you have me here? Does she even know that I’m here? Why am I here? What is it that you want from me?”

“You.”

“Cas—”

“Shh,” I whispered and placed my finger over her lips for a moment before I replaced it with my lips.

Giselle and I engaged in several lip-smacking pecks before I cupped the back of her neck and lifted her onto my lap.

“Mmm.” Giselle whimpered underneath my kiss.

I sucked at her lips until she opened them for me and allowed my tongue to enter. She was hungry, greedy even for my kisses, as she could barely allow me to lead. She sucked eagerly at my tongue as she moaned and whimpered, and soon, she threw her arms around my neck.

I pulled back from the kiss, but just enough to put space between our lips and not between us. Our foreheads rested gently against one another’s, and I dragged my hand away from the back of her neck and down her arms. Our fingers clutched and locked with one another’s.

“She’s not my wife. Beth is my ex-wife whom I happen to still live with.”

“What are we doing?” She whispered so softly in the quiet room that I strained to hear her voice.

“Getting to know each other, Giselle, and I like it.”

“It’s scaring me . . . these feelings that I feel for you. And they’re so wrong.”

“Stop overthinking shit. Just let go and feel, Giselle.”

“I can’t. You belong to another woman.”

“No, I don’t. You know that better than anyone.”

“I know what you tell me.”

“If you were any other woman, I would agree, but it’s you. You saw the destruction Beth was willing to cause. You saw the hatred that lives in her. That’s not what I want. I want you.”

“But you’re still living with her.”

“We’re divorced.”

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