Page 57 of Make Me Yours
Something bigger.
Something I’m not sure I’m ready for.
Because once we cross that line, there’s no going back.
Unfortunately, my body doesn’t care one bit what my brain is screaming.
I’m flushed and restless. My skin feels too tight, too sensitive, like I’m barely holding myself together. My thighs are clenched, as if that will be enough to chase away the heat that’s coiling low in the pit of my belly.
What I need more than anything is a distraction.
Breakfast.
Right.
I need to make breakfast. If I can just focus on that, maybe I’ll feel normal again by the time I have to face Steele.
I open the fridge and pull out the eggs, setting them on the counter with hands that won’t stop shaking. After sucking in a deep breath, I exhale, trying to talk myself down from the ledge.
This is Steele we’re talking about.
The one constant in a life that’s been unraveling since the day I caught my boyfriend fucking another woman.
I need him to staySteele.
Uncomplicated.
Solid.
Steady.
“You okay, lucky charm?”
His voice from behind me has everything tilting sideways again. It’s low and raspy. Even though it’s still thick with sleep, it’s edged with concern.
And just like that, my composure fractures. I close my eyes for half a second before forcing myself to turn around.
That’s a big mistake.
Huge.
He’s leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest, skin still flushed from sleep. His sweatpants hang loosely around his hips, and his dark hair is a tousled mess I want to sink my fingers into.
No.
No.
No.
Don’t think like that.
My mouth goes dry as my brain short-circuits.
He looks unfairly good.
Even worse than that?
I see it now.
