Page 113 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
I blink in surprise as he halts right in front of me, clearly just as shocked as I am.
Although, I’m not the one holding an armful of balls in the middle of the night.
“Bailey.” He says my name like it’s a prayer and my heart leaps with a burst of hope.
His gaze is dark and hot as it rakes over me. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to talk to you.” I can’t stop staring at the balls in his arms. He’s got everything from an inflatable beach ball to those big, soft tee-balls my brothers used to use. “What are you doing?”
“I was bringing these,” he says. “For you.”
I meet his stare head-on. “You were bringing me...balls.”
His lips twitch ever so slightly. “I figured you’re pissed, and I know you like to take your aggression out with pitching, so...”
He trails off as I stare at the pile in his arms again. “So, you brought me balls.”
He shrugs. “I didn’t want to get a concussion. Or lose my junk.”
“Because I’ll be throwing balls,” I repeat like a moron as I try to keep up. His lips twitch again and I frown. “Don’t you dare make a dick joke right now.”
He gives me a wide-eyed look of fake innocence. “I wouldnever.”
A little huff of grudging amusement escapes, and that crooked little grin of his threatens to take me out at the knees.
“I’m filing it away for another day,” he says.
“Good,” I say. “Now is not the time.” But my heart is falling, tripping, and tap dancing because I’m starting to realize... “You were coming to talk to me too.”
He nods. And even though he’s still smiling, I see his throat work as he swallows. He moves forward slowly, warily, and then takes a beach ball on top and holds it out as a sort of peace offering.
I don’t move. I can’t take it. Because all at once, another line fromDirty Dancingleaps into my head.
I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you.
I never really understood that line as a kid, but I get it now. Ifeelit now. It’s desperation and it’s need. It’s wanting another human being more than you want air to breathe.
And that isexactlyhow I feel right now.
My chest aches, and this feeling of needing another person is so freakin’ terrifying I don’t know if I want to run away or run to him. All I know is...
“I am so scared,” I whisper.
He drops the balls, and neither of us notices as they roll away because all I see is him, coming toward me, and pulling me into his arms.
TWENTY-SEVEN
KISS TODAY GOODBYE
Zack
Bailey’s kiss is everything.
The way her lips meet mine, the way she throws herself into it with crazy abandon. My arms wrap around her tight, and I can’t even pretend to hide my need.
I can’t let her go. Not again. Not ever.
She tips her head to the side and whimpers when our lips meet and cling.
