Page 115 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
I’m not sure I’m worthy of that, but I want to be. And I will be. Because my girl deserves nothing less.
“God, I love you, Bailey.” I bury my face in her neck. “I love you so much.”
She gasps. Or maybe it’s a sob. All I know is, we’re frantic to touch each other, to kiss and hold and get as close as humanly possible. And as I kiss her, there’s wetness. She’s crying, and Itry to kiss away her tears. And for a while there, the rest of the world stops.
There is no world outside of us.
All I know is her.
All Iwantis her.
“I’m never letting you go,” I say again. It’s a promise. A vow.
She nods, her breath catching. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m holding you to that, Smurfette.” My heart is aching, my throat tight.
She makes a sound that’s somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “That’s the least romantic nickname for a girlfriend I’ve ever heard. You’ll have to come up with something better.”
“You’re probably right.” I steal a kiss, a goofy-ass grin spreading across my face.
Girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend now. Not in a phony way, and not with a time limit.
“What about Bae?”
“Absolutely not.” She melts against me in a way that I love. Like some couple version of a trust exercise, she rests against me like she knows I’ll catch her.
“I’m sorry about tonight.” Her eyes are still wet with tears when she looks up at me. “I shouldn’t have given Grayson a chance to speak, let alone kiss me.”
I nuzzle that spot behind her ear that always makes her shiver. “I get it. A lot was going on, it caught you by surprise.”
“I was just...” She grips my shoulders tight when I kiss herthere, and sure enough she shivers.
I can’t stop a smug smile as I kiss my way up her neck and along her jaw.
“I was just so scared,” she says.
This is the second time she’s said that, and I pull back to cup her cheek. “What are you scared of, baby?”
The cheesy term of endearment slips out, and I guess I’ve found my new nickname for my girlfriend because it feels weirdly right.
“As soon as I found out that our secret was out there, I was terrified thatthis—” She clutches my T-shirt. “—would end.”
My heart just gives up the fight right then and there. She owns me.
I kiss her hard, like I can kiss away her earlier fears or somehow make up for the scare I gave her when I walked away.
“I lovethis.” She tightens her arms around my neck when I start to pull back. “I loveus. And I love who I am when I’m with you.”
“And who’s that?” I try for teasing, but my voice is so gruff from all these emotions, I barely recognize it.
Her voice wobbles. “Myself?”
I grin, and I’m pretty sure my heart triples in size in my chest like the goddamn Grinch who stole Christmas.
“I’m myself when I’m with you.” She shrugs. “And you still like me, faults and all.”
“I don’t just like you, Bailey.” I squeeze her waist. “I love you.Exactlyas you are.”
