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And fuck if that didn’t make me hard.

I could’ve stood there for the rest of my life and watched her, but there were other things I wanted to do with her. And before I could, we needed to talk.

Not wanting to startle her into hitting her head on the cabinet above, I backtracked a few steps and kicked off my shoes.

When I returned, she was still on her back but had turned her head to look at me. Her smile was so big, so damned beautiful, it hurt to look at.

“You’re home,” she whispered before her smile wobbled and fell. Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over to track down her cheeks. “We’re over.”

Chapter Twenty-nine

Give In

Eden

Holy shit, I said it.

I did it.

Why did I say it?

Oh yeah, because I’m fucked-up. And not just the drunk kind—though I’m that, too. No, I’m all sorts of levels of fucked-up, and so is Damien.

And together we’re just a sizzling, crackling, detonation-waiting-to-happen of fuck-upped-ness.

So, I did it.

And it hurts so bad.

Standing in the doorway, pain marred his handsome face, but his voice was eerily calm. “What’d you just say?”

“I said we’re over.” I sat up, my head swimming.

“No.”

“You can’t just say no.”

He gave me a look that said that was exactly what he could do. “Ignoring that asinine comment, let’s go back to the beginning. Why do youthinkwe’re over?”

“Because.” My chest burned, my breath coming in little sobs. “It’s just… I mean…”

“Why, Eden?” he asked as he approached.

I held out my hand, and surprisingly, he actually stopped. “This was a lot different in my head before I had to look at you,” I muttered, closing my eyes.

They shot back open when his fingers curved around the side of my throat and pushed against my jaw. “Why?”

“Because,” I repeated, focusing on his ear.

He moved his head so my gaze was locked with his. “Tell me why or I’ll bend you over this counter, spank your ass raw, and then tie you to the bed until you remember where you belong.”

“It’s just—”

“Why?”

“I was thinking, and—”

“Why?”

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