I shake my head. “We are all different. There is no such thing as a perfect person.”
He gives a stifled smile. “That’s not true. You’re perfect.”
I smirk. “No, I’m not. I’m far from perfect.”
“You are perfect to me,” he whispers as his eyes search mine.
My brain is screaming don’t fall for this shit. However, my mouth has taken on its own agenda.
“That’s all I would ever want to be,” I whisper.
We stand still, staring at each other. Oh, I care for this man, all of his beautiful ws are what makes
the whole perfect package. Is he telling me the truth?
“Give me another chance,” he whispers again.
I look back up the street as the stupid tears burn the back of my eyes. I know I shouldn’t want to even
speak to him after everything that he has put me through, but damn it, I do want to give him a second
chance. “You frighten me,” I whisper as my eyes search his.
“You frighten me more,” he murmurs as he squeezes my hand that is still in his.
“I want to take it slow,” I whisper.
He smiles and kisses me gently. “We can go as slow as you want, I promise.”
His tongue swipes through my mouth and I feel my dormant arousal reignite.
We stand in each other’s arms on the street kissing for a prolonged time. Not hot and heavy kissing…
sweet, I missed you kissing, and I have never felt anything more wonderful. He holds me close and I put
my head onto his chest as his strong arms encase me.
Finally, he asks. “Do you want to go back in to your friends?”
Do I? I look back at the front door of the club. Do I want to go back in there and talk crap to a guy I
don’t like when I really want to be with Twinkle? I think for a moment and then take out my phone and
ring Hank. He answers first ring.
“Hey,” he shouts over the loud music.
I hold my hand over my other ear to try and make his voice clearer. “Hi, Hank. I just rang to tell you
I’m going home.”
“Yeah, I saw you leave with him. Guess you sure showed him who’s the boss then, huh?”
I wince. God, it’s true. I’m a total push over. Just hours ago I was telling star to fuck off and
bragging to my friends about it.
“Do you want me toe back?” I ask.
“No. All good. Go. Have fun. Catch you tomorrow.”
I hang up and my eyes rise back up to star’s. What now?
“Can you drive me home?” I ask.
He smiles and nods before kissing me again.
I slowly unlock the door to my apartment as star stands behind me. I said I want to take things slow
and I meant it.
He makes me nervous. I feel like I can’t breathe with him watching me.
I lean up and kiss him again. “Thanks for driving me home.”
His hands slink around my behind and he kisses me.
“I will see you tomorrow?” I ask.
He frowns. “Can’t Ie in?”Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.
“I said I wanted to take it slow.”
“And we will.” I raise my eyebrows.
He barges past me, through the door and into the apartment.
I narrow my eyes and follow him in, closing the door behind us.
Great listening skills, star.
He pulls me down onto hisp and kisses me. I can feel my resistance slipping. I’m feeling a little
woozy, to be honest. Those cocktails had some kick.
I need to slow this down or I am going to be fucked every which way any second. I put my head down
onto his shoulder and he rubs my leg affectionately. We stay like this for an extended time. “Come on,
sleepy, lets get you into bed.” He stands and lifts me in his arms, carrying me into my bedroom. Sitting me
on my bed, he gets my pajamas out of my drawer and passes them to me. I smirk. I had forgotten how
much he organizes me. He then takes his shoes off and slides his jeans down his legs.
“What are you doing?” I frown.
“I’m getting ready for bed. What does it look like?”
“Slow, star,” I reply dryly. “You know. Slow? Like, staying in different houses slow?”
“Emmaline, if you honestly think that I am sleeping one more night without you in my arms, you are
sadly mistaken.”
My eyes hold his.
“Em.” He sighs, defeated. “I have hardly slept since you left. Please, I can’t…” He hesitates. “I can’t
function anymore without you.”
My heart melts.