Page 13 of Silent Verity

It’d been by accident, but he’d still fucking kissed me.

Fuuuuuck.

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Jesse

I jerked back from Dalton so fast, I ended up pushing him, damn near toppling him off his own bed. Panic clawed at my throat. My heart was beating so hard, I could barely breathe past the slam of it against my chest bone.

I’d kissed Dalton.

I’d fucking kissed Dalton!

I had to get out of here. Had to get the fuck away before he rejected me and ripped me to fucking shreds. I couldn’t do this. Not today. Not any fucking day, really, but definitely not today. Not when I was already so raw and shredded. If he rejected me and put permanent space between us, I literally might just fucking go slit my wrists.

I couldn’t do life without him.

“I need to go shower,” I choked out, trying to kick the blankets off my legs, but I was just tangling myself up more. Frustrated tears burned at my eyes as I tried pushing them off, but my arms weren’t cooperating properly, and my hands were shaking so badly, I could barely grasp the fucking things with enough force to tug the blankets away.

“Oh, no, you fucking don’t,” Dalton growled, his arm banding around my waist and tugging me harshly back to lay on the mattress. Before I could even try moving away again, he was straddling my thighs, trapping me beneath him. His hand landed on my chest, the other braced beside my head as he pinned me to the mattress.

“Dalton—” I choked out.

He shook his head, grinding his teeth together. His platinum blonde and black hair hung into his eyes for a moment as he drew in a deep breath through his clenched teeth. Was he seeking patience? Was he trapping me here just to rip my fucking heart out of my chest? It was already goddamn bleeding for him. He might as well get the opportunity to just bathe himself in my blood while we were at it.

“How the fuck is it not obvious how goddamn infatuated I am with you?” Dalton finally breathed, opening his pale blue eyes to look down at me.

My heart fucking stopped.

“What?” I breathed, staring up at him in disbelief.

A half hysterical, half broken laugh fell from his lips as he shook his head. His fingers flexed against my chest. “I can’t fucking pretend anymore, baby.” There went that name again. I’d thought he’d only been calling me that last night to calm me down, but his use of it a couple of minutes ago was the reason we were now in this predicament. The reason my head was fucking spinning. And there he went, using it again.

“There’s not a goddamn thing I won’t do for you, Jesse. I’ll give you the entire world.” My heart was in my throat as I stared up at him, listening to him spill his guts to me. “I’ve always believed I’m demisexual, but to be honest, baby, I think I was just created to love you.” Tears welled in my eyes and immediately spilled over onto my cheeks because now, I knew he wasn’t joking. His words were too fucking raw to be a joke.

Dalton… Dalton fucking loved me.

Me.

“I’ve waited for you for years, Jesse. I literally ache for you.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it over his chest, where his heart was beating just as rapidly as mine. “When you hurt, I hurt. When you cry, I want to rip the fucking world apart.”

“But these are good tears,” I croaked, sniffling. I didn’t know what else to say. My head was spinning from his confession.

He smiled a little. “I think I figured that out, baby.” Releasing my hand, he cupped my cheek. I kept my hand pressed over his heart. “Tell me you feel this, too, Jesse. Please.”

Sniffling, I nodded. “For years,” I whispered, my voice cracking on my own admission.

Dalton leaned down and crushed his mouth to mine, kissing me with a desperation that wreaked havoc on my heart and my mind. And as if those fucking blankets had been intentionally trying to trap me here in this bed, suddenly, I could get my legs loose. Dalton moved between my thighs, pressing our bodies together.

“Is the door locked?” I panted when he began working his mouth along my jaw to my earlobe. I whimpered when he sucked the lobe into his mouth, then gently sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh.

“I don’t know,” Dalton growled. “But if someone fucking interrupts me, I’m going to bash their face into that fucking door.”

I laughed softly, but it was abruptly cut off when Dalton licked a path behind my ear and down my neck. I moaned, my heels driving into the mattress as I arched my hips, pressing my erection against Dalton’s. A low growl sounded from his throat, and a shiver raced down my spine at the sound.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Dalton groaned as he pushed my shirt up and off, tossing it somewhere to the floor. His hands mapped out the planes of my body, and then, his lips followed. I was helpless to do anything but cling to him as my eyes rolled back in my skull and precum leaked from the tip of my cock. I was so hard for him, it hurt.

“Want your shirt off, too,” I finally managed to pant.

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