Wishing For You (Never Too Late Book 2) by Statham Mayra

Author:Statham, Mayra [Statham, Mayra]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-03-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Grant

When she closed the door behind her, he went to grab two glasses of water for them from the kitchen. She quickly came back out, dressed in her tank top and shorts, barefoot, and he leaned against the counter wearing nothing but his boxers. He wasn't sure why she was dressed, or why she needed to leave.

With one hand in her shorts, she walked to him, grabbed the glass of water with her free one, and drank. His kitchen was completely silent. She had a look on her face he couldn't read, so he was just going to wait and see what she was going to say.

Her hand left her pocket and went flat to his stomach. He kissed her forehead, loving the way she tucked her petite body into his.

“I should probably go.”

“Why? Worried about the traffic?” he finally asked, fighting the smile on his lips, but she didn’t smile back at his corny joke.

“I...” She was looking away from him, and he didn't like that. He didn’t like that note of hesitation from her.

“We're not done.” Her head snapped up to him, all wide-eyed in surprise. He couldn’t help but smile. “You seriously think once on the couch is enough? I expected more from you.” Her lips twitched, and he watched her take another drink, her mind thinking furiously.

“What are we doing?” she surprised him by asking and taking a step away from him.

“Come here.”

“No,” she snapped, and he raised an eyebrow. “I need to know. I don’t want what we have to get messed up and…” She swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes. “What we’ve done so far can completely mess it all up.”

“Honey…” he was going to explain to her how he felt, but she kept talking.

“I can do casual if that’s what you want,” she offered, and he wondered if that was what she wanted. A sick feeling kicked into his gut.

“Casual? What the fuck?” he whispered, not breaking eye contact with her.

“I…”

“Did that feel casual to you?” He was pissed. He knew that both of them losing their shit wouldn’t help. If anything, that would make everything go to shit, but he couldn’t help it.

“I…” she started to talk, but he asked her again, his voice even deeper now.

“Did that feel casual to you?”

“Look, I just want…” She wasn’t answering, and that made him lose his shit.

“I get you’re all for women’s lib, Shell. I’ve seen you with the men you date and fuck.”

“What?” She flinched as if he had struck her, but he was too pissed to stop. How could she think what they had could ever be casual?

“I’ve seen you.” The accusation was clear in his voice. “Shit, you get these guys and drag them around by their balls, just so that they can get a whiff of that sweet pussy of yours, but I am telling you right now, I’m not like them.”

“You are completely right about that!” she yelled, and he saw the pain in her eyes. Pain he’d somehow caused.

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