Page 58 of Resilient Love

Your tits are fucking phenomenal.

Absolutely worth the collision and subsequent casualties I may have faced had my reflexes not been lightning fast.

WHY ARE YOU TEXTING AND DRIVING?!?!?!

That’s not something I tolerate. Not ever. It’s selfish and unnecessary. Even if my titsarephenomenal. Which they most certainly are.

A photo loads on the screen, and when it comes through, it’s of his face as he rolls his eyes at me.

Sunny D

I’m NOT!

I had my phone up for the GPS when the pic came through. I pulled over. I am STILL pulled over.

My heart rate slows, and I let out a relieved breath.

Sunny D

I’d never knowingly put people’s lives at risk like that, baby. Not again. I promise.

The way he says “not again” is like a punch to the gut, but we’re still working on him forgiving himself and recognising what happened to Carlos wasn’t his fault. And I’m not sure when he started calling me “baby” outside of sex, but I think I like it.

No.IknowI like it.

Good, now come pick me up. Park a couple of houses down, and I’ll meet you there.

Sunny D

Dick pic incoming…

While you’re on the road!?

Sure enough, a photo loads of his monster cock. He’s gripping it by the base, and there’s a drop of precum already spilling out the top.

I think I might be in love…

Sunny D

Don’t tease me, mi vida.

God, I love it when he calls me thattoo.It’s a very new addition to the constantly growing list of nicknames he has for me, but after googling what it meant, too afraid to ask Letty’s perceptive arse, it became my favourite.

Now, I just hope he means it.

Shut up and get over here so I can lick it like an ice cream cone. Please, and thanks.

Sunny D

Run red lights. Got it

Twenty minutes later, he's parked two houses away. I make my way down the side of the street, sprinting through the overgrown grass, with my backpack smacking against my ass as I run.

I yank the door of his sleek black Porsche Panamera open and toss myself inside, the backs of my thighs sticking to the deep-burgundy leather seats.

He shakes his head, a low chuckle rumbling past those perfect, dark-pink lips of his. His onyx eyes, that once looked so dark and void of life, are now anything but. They’re bright and devilish as he takes me in, cupping my cheeks in his palms.

The line he shaves into his right eyebrow is sharper today than it was yesterday, and his face is practically glowing as he presses his lips to mine.

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