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she read my mind.
¡°Want to move inside?¡± I asked.
¡°Yes.¡±
Chapter Eight
Samantha
Something in Isaac¡¯s eyes changed after he mentioned Travis being insane for cheating
on me. In an instant, he went from staring at me like I was the only person who existed to
looking like his mind was somewhere near the horizon. A cold demeanor snuck up his
face and I felt my heart pinch. Why did I think I was anything more than all the others
he brings home?
He stood up abruptly. ¡°Want another beer?¡±
¡°Uh, sure,¡± I tried not to show how hurt I was. He¡¯d been opening up to me and I had a
feeling he didn¡¯t do that easily. Then a second later, he was brushing by me like I didn¡¯t
exist.
That was when I noticed a pain in his eyes. I knew I might have been imagining it, but
I only had a second to act on it and my hand reached for his.
He stopped at my touch. For a second, I thought he looked disgusted, staring down at
me with his nostrils flaring. Quickly, he proved me wrong because when I blinked, we
were tangled in each other's arms and lips, and he asked, ¡°Want to move inside?¡±
¡°Yes,¡± I breathed out, longing for more.
Isaac grabbed my hand and pulled me from the chair, cupping my cheek in one hand,
and I grew intoxicated by his smoldering green eyes. Years of riding his bike must have
made his hands rough and calloused, because his palm scratched against my cheek. I
couldn¡¯t wait to feel them on my stomach or thighs, somewhere more sensitive.
¡°Samantha,¡± he growled, and my knees almost buckled from watching the intensity
grow in his eyes. His thumb trailed to my bottom lip, rubbing it, and I sunk deeper into
his touch. Between his teeth, he said, ¡°Fuck, you¡¯re amazing,¡± before pressing his lips to
mine.
Right when I thought I could give into my desires without a second thought, the cold
aloofness in his eyes just moments before crept up. For some reason, my body went into
