Page 250 of When We Fall: Part Two
I’d taken the cameras out of her room, citing that she needed privacy. Matteo agreed and didn’t fight me on it, thankfully.
I scratched my head. “Just hypothetically. Could we… work?”
“Um, I don’t hate you,” she said softly. “Do you mean… like sex and an actual relationship? What about Dom and the guys? Rosalie?
I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just hypothetical. Rosalie and I aren’t happening. We can’t. Timing is off.”
She slid closer to me and leaned in. I froze as she kissed me.
“What was that?” I asked softly.
“Hypothetically,” she murmured. “That’s what it’ll be like to be with me. Does it feel right to you?”
I swallowed and leaned in, pressing my lips to hers again, this time really kissing her.
There were no pounding butterflies. My cock didn’t even stir as her tongue glided against mine.
I put her gently against her stack of pillows and kissed her more, my hand moving to her breast. She gasped between kisses.
I broke everything off and stared down at her.
“I-I can do this,” I said.
She winced. “Anson?—”
“I’ll marry you still. Take care of the babies. I’ll speak to Matteo about getting you out of here. I don’t want to live here any more than you do.”
“What about my guys?—”
“I-I don’t know. We’ll work something out. Just… let me try to figure it out.”
Worry crossed her pretty face, but she nodded at me.
“I trust you,” she said. “I’m scared, though.”
I reached out and hugged her to me. “I know. Me too.”
I’d made a damn commitment, and this was me seeing it through.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to pray for a miracle to save me, though.
SEVENTY-EIGHT
ROSALIE
After a long conversation with Jamie, I found out Cole was likely sharing Enzo’s new wife with him.
It hurt, but I appreciated her honesty about the possibility. It made sense because Cole and Enzo did everything together.
She advised me to keep pushing forward and to live my life in such a way that they’d live in misery knowing I was doing what they hated—other guys.
I laughed at that, but maybe she was right.
She called it the “needing a hoe phase.” She said she’d skipped hers and regretted it.
Now it was the weekend, and I didn’t have to work for the next four days, so I sat staring out the window in my hotel room, wondering if I should take Klaus up on his offer.
After the apartment situation with him, where we narrowly avoided dying, he said he had an apartment I could stay at.
