Page 139 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

His blunt response shocks me to my core.

“W-What the hell is your problem?”

His eyes narrow into slits. “You.”

“What?”

He clenches his jaw. “It’s you. You’re my fucking problem, Hadley. Sharing a house with you is making my life fucking miserable. You happy now?”

Again, what?

He starts to walk away.

“What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?” I snap before he walks out.

The move he makes next makes me wish I could rewind time and unsay that last sentence.

Without a word, Kane shuts the door.

And locks it.

“You think this is because I hate you?” His voice is barely above a whisper.

I’m at a loss for words.

He turns to face me, pinning me with a look I feel deep in my bones. “You think I’m fucking killing myself not to go anywhere near you because I hate you?”

As scared as I am of the point he’s trying to make, every nerve in my body is imploring me to get closer. I take a few steps forward, stopping when Kane beats me to the punch, meeting me halfway.

“If I hated you, this wouldn’t be so fucking hard.”

My entire body freezes when his hand lifts around my throat in a single move. He’s not cutting off my airways, but his grip is tight enough to make breathing more difficult.

“Being near you feels like suffocating.” He moves closer, his breath crashing against my lips. “Like the air in my lungs is thinning with every fucking second that I don’t have you, and I’ve been going mad knowing that I can’t. I’m fucking begging you, Hadley. Do not push me right now…” His mouth grazes mine, the contact so soft and light it makes my body ache.

I have no idea why he won’t let himself be with me.

But in a moment of madness…

I want him to change his mind.

I throw caution to the wind, letting my tongue trace the seam of his mouth.

That’s all it takes for his self-control to snap.

The impact of our mouths colliding nearly sends me to my knees. His tongue immediately slips past my teeth to capture mine, and I let him take what I promised he’d never have again.

His big hands curl around the backs of my thighs and he lifts me up so fast I yelp, but his mouth muffles my surprise, his kisses so powerful and possessive I’m panting in his arms.

“I fucking warned you,” he says through a clenched jaw, and I wrap my legs around his waist, the bitter taste of defeat flooding my mouth.

Kane’s tongue meets mine again, the sounds rising in his throat telling me what I’ve been too afraid to admit.

Kane Wilder is the biggest mistake of my life.

The one I never learn from.

He’s the bad decision I continuously make.

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