Page 68 of Blossoms of the Heart
Chapter 14
Phoebe
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What was wrong with me?
I knew I shouldn’t be doing this to myself. Comparing.
Comparing myself.
I was completely thrown when Tai’s perfectmaybegirlfriend, or whatever the hell she was walked in earlier but I saw through her shit straight away.
Sweet as she appeared to be I knew it was all fake, and I hated sitting through it. It was clear that she was marking her territory, putting her claim on Tai and letting us know that she was going to be busy with him. So much so he wouldn’t have to complain that she had no time for him.
I dealt with it, pushed it aside, and moved it out of my mind.
But she struck a nerve.Mister Phoebe.
Her last tactic, trying to find out if I was single and then encouraging me to date. Like I needed dating advice from her. What hit me was the reminder of Jason because the whole awkwardness of tonight reminded me of Jason.
The beautiful woman in the room that was better than me, the beautiful woman in the room that did her best to emphasize her relationship withtheguy I compared everyone to, the beautiful woman in the room who knew she had me where she wanted me.
It was a completely different scenario, but my mind compared it to the satisfied smile I saw on Jason’s secretary’s face when I caught him cheating.That I have your manlook.
Of course remembering that took me right back to the accident. My Mister Phoebe sent me running straight into the arms of death and I was still paying for it. When I compared myself to someone else the first thing I thought of was my inability to have kids.
Tai’s perfect girlfriend… I was sure she could have children. No problem.
I didn’t head to my room. I was going to the terrace for some air.
I stepped outside into the cool night breeze deciding I’d actually take a walk down by the beach but before I could take the steps that led down to the path a powerful hand clutched my arm.
Startled, I twisted around and saw Tai.
He pulled me towards him and we just stood there in silence.
My heart was beating so fast, and I could barely catch my breath.
He came after me, just like he always used to when he knew I was upset. But how did he know?
I was certain I looked fine when I left the table.
He reached out and touched my cheek, running his finger along my jaw.
The touch, the thrill that zinged through me from that simple touch made all my worries disappear.
In the moonlight the strength he exuded made him look like a dark angel towering over me. The want in his eyes was clear. It must have reflected my own.
My lips trembled when he pressed his finger to them, and he leaned in closer, biting his own lip.
“Fuck it,” was all he said before his lips came crashing down on mine.
His body burned mine with a shared and searing passion filling me with a thrilling sensation. Heat met heat as he ravished my mouth with savage kisses.
His merciless mouth claimed mine, coaxing and confident, knowing I wanted him too.
Fire flickered over my body, scorching me everywhere he touched. His hands, God his hands felt like they were everywhere. Lacing through my hair, running down my shoulders, squeezing my ass—which he did with a loud moan into my throat—and then over my breasts.
