Page 114 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
We fit. We’ve always fit, but right now Ifeelit. Not just in the way our mouths lock together like we’ve been kissing for eternity, and not just the way her body molds to mine like we were built for this.
It’s everything. It’s her scent, and her sighs, and the way that holding her makes me feel like everything is right in the world. Like we’re in this together.
Her arms twine around my neck and her fingers are in my hair, holding me to her like she’ll never let go. The way she’s kissing me....
It’s with all the desperation that I’m feeling, and all the relief.
She’s here. In my arms.
Which means it’s not too late. I didn’t ruin everything.
“I’m sorry.” My voice is gruff and little more than a whisper when I pull back to say what needs to be said.
I rest my forehead against hers, our breathing heavy and our lips still so close, like we can’t physically break apart for too long. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m sorry too.” Her voice is higher than usual. It’s laced with emotions that make my heart feel like it’s cracking.
I pull back slightly in confusion. “Why areyousorry?”
“I...I don’t know.” A little huff of laughter slips out as she shakes her head, like she’s trying to think. Her eyes are dazed and she looks more flustered than I’ve ever seen her.
It’s freakin’ adorable. My heart gives a fierce kick of protectiveness and gratitude because...this is a Bailey that nobody sees. Nobody but me.
She trusts me. She lets me in, and that’s humbling.
More than anything, I want more to be the guy who’s worthy of her trust. I want to be the one who protects her, who cherishes her.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” I say. “I’m the one who walked away.” I lean down again, kissing her softly. “You were right before, when you said I’d stopped trying.” My insides churn with the admission, but I know it’s true. “I thought it would be easier, you know?”
She nods, and I think maybe she does know. Maybe she understands me better than I understand myself.
I swallow hard and pull back so I can look into her eyes, so she can see how serious I am. “I’m done with that, though. I don’t want to be that guy anymore. I want to be...better.” I flinch slightly at the inadequate words and that gets another huff of amusement from Bailey.
“I want to try. For you,” I say. “I’m not letting you go again, Bailey. Ever.”
Her eyes widen slightly, and I’ll admit—I’m slightly freaked out at the intensity in my voice.
“And yeah, I realize I sounded like a stalker just now,” I add, hoping to make her smile. “I don’t intend to take you prisoner, I just mean…I’m going to fight for you. Always. I’m not going to let you go without a fight, and?—”
She stops me with a hard kiss.
Putting myself out there...? It’s a risk. It’s scary as hell. But when Bailey flings her arms around me and squeezes me tight...
It’s worth it.
It’s so freakin’ worth it.
“I love you.” She whispers the words in my ear. Her voice is shaky and packed with emotion, and my heart...
My heart can’t take it. The world as I know it breaks into pieces and is re-formed right in front of my eyes.
She loves me.
I hold Bailey so tight we’re pressed together from head to toe. My hands clench, gripping the fabric of her top as a wave of emotion hits me with the force of a tsunami.
For a second I can’t speak. I can’t do anything but hold her, my eyes shut tight as the past is washed clean, and the future stretches out ahead like a beacon, because...
Bailey Tucker loves me.
