Page 225 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

He kisses me like he’s succumbing to illness and I’m the only thing capable of saving him. My eyes begin to water, but I forbid my emotions from spilling down my face.

I’ll have the rest of my life to miss him.

We kiss for what feels like an eternity and a fleeting moment all at once. Our tongues tangle like we’re battling each other for dominance. Meanwhile, my heart is disintegrating in my chest.

It quickly becomes clear that unless I pull away right this second, I’m going to break into a million pieces, and I can’t lose it yet. I distance myself, interrupting our kiss and pouring my focus into riding him until my thighs burn.

I sit upright, propping my arms behind me, and Kane doesn’t waste a second locating my clit and rubbing me in rough circles.

“I’m going to make you come in every room of this penthouse, you hear me? You won’t be able to fucking walk by the time I’m done with you.”

He has me on the edge of an orgasm just minutes later, and I shut my eyes, Kane’s rapid thrusting turning me into a wild animal. Pressure builds between my legs, the noises I make sounding unrecognizable to my own ears.

I begin to peak at the exact same time Kane sits up, his free hand digging into my ass as he rams himself inside me so fast my vision fails me for a split second.

He plunges his gaze into mine, staring through my soul, and whispers, “Promise me that you won’t leave me again.”

My orgasm overpowers me, and I come undone, self-hatred contaminating the blinding pleasure gushing through my body. Hearing my moans is too much for him, and he responds with a final thrust, spilling inside me with a groan.

“Promise me, Hadley. Promise me that I won’t lose you,” I hear him choke out the second he finishes, but how do I promise him that he won’t lose me…

When I’m already gone…?

“I promise.”

HADLEY

I often wonder what my life would look like if Gray were still alive…

Would I still be here, dropping out of college a few weeks into the semester and packing everything I own into the back of my mom’s car?

Would Kane and I still be together if he’d never played a part in my brother’s death?

Doubtful.

I think, in the end, our relationship wouldn’t have survived his fame and the lack of privacy accompanying it.

The past week gave me a sneak peek of what it’s like to be famous, and those few days alone nearly drove me insane.

And it’s all because of a stupid picture…

It was taken on the wraparound balcony of the penthouse, right after Kane and I slept together. I could feel myself coming apart at the seams and stepped outside for some fresh air.

Kane followed me, pulled my body to his from behind, and buried his face into the crook of my neck. I was leaning against the railing and wearing his shirt, the fabric stopping inches above my knees. As for Kane, he was in nothing but sweats.

Basically, the whole thing screamed, “We just fucked.”

The picture surfaced online less than twenty-four hours after I left Kane asleep in the penthouse. I still have no idea how the paparazzi even knew where we were—or how they managed to snap a pic of us on the sixth floor of the building.

It was all anyone talked about for days afterward.

Who is Kane Wilder’s mystery girl?

It wasn’t long before the media uncovered my identity and labeled me Kane’s “childhood sweetheart.” Some articles even pulled old photos of me, Kane, and Gray off my mom’s Facebook page.

Gossip sites have been running with the “superstar falls in love with ordinary girl” narrative, and the public is eating it up.

Like it wasn’t bad enough that my DMs have been flooded with angry messages from groupies, paparazzi also started showing up at my dorm.

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