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I wish she’d trust I never will.
She breaks our kiss, slowly pulling her lips from mine as if it’s impossible to stop. Then she brushes her nose over mine and looks into my eyes. It’s not only heat that swells in her beautiful amber eyes, it’s vulnerability. Another lock cracked.
Her voice is soaked with desperation when she speaks. “Take me to bed.”
My hands wrap around her ass, and I’m on my feet a second later, her body wrapped around mine as I carry her down the hall.
Our lips collide again, and the neediness of her kisses leaves my chest tight and aching with the same kind of need.
She’s letting me in. Letting me care for her. And whether she realizes it or not, she’s giving it all back to me.
My cock thickens as she molds herself to me. She’s mine. I’m hers. And one day soon, she’s going to stop fighting against herself. She’ll see it too.
I’m a patient man. I can wait.
And until then, I’m going to take care of her in every single way.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
HALLIE
Wilson Decker is destroyingme day by day.
No. He’s destroying my walls.
Soon they’ll be nothing but a pile of rubble, and I have no doubt he’ll step in, charming smile on his face, and whisk me into his arms like I’m the princess in some sort of fairytale.
Not a helpless princess. A badass princess. And he’s the knight who had to earn my trust… and my heart.
I’m scared. Every day, this feeling of falling for him gets a little more overwhelming, and I’m torn between wanting to give in or run away.
It all ends with heartbreak. I have to choose what kind I want to face.
My stomach whirls because it’s not really a choice.
It hasn’t been since Wilson’s eyes landed on me from across the bar. Since I felt the heat of his gaze, then spent the night learning the intensity of his touch.
I always knew he was going to ruin me, but I expected it to be my body, not my heart.
A slight wave of nausea falls over me, and I almost shake my head. This baby is lucky. Wilson is a great dad, and it’s clear he wants to be the same way for our baby.
When it rains, it pours.
I thought that when I was sitting on my couch, no clue what to do next.
I had no idea how right I was about that. The downpour hadn’t even started yet.
Now I’m running around in the rain, still hoping my entire world doesn’t flood. But there’s also a bit of sun shining through.
And that’s why it’s time to tell my parents.
My parents are realtors and run their own business together out of their home. I still have access to their calendar, so I checked and they should be free right now.
I ate lunch not too long ago, so I shouldn’t have to puke.
Flicking my phone on, I pull up my mom’s number and hit call.
A prickle of nausea forms in my gut, but this time it’s from nervousness. My parents are both supportive people, and since my mom got pregnant with Frannie before she met my dad and hid that fact from Frannie for years—pretending our dad was her biological father—she has no room to be judgy.
