Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
I, of course, didn’t believe what I’d just said. But I wanted those words out there. I wanted him to have an out if he needed it. I wanted to guard myself, to build that wall around my heart.
I wanted to save face.
“Nothing to fix?” He took a step closer to me. “Nothing official?” He took another step, crossing the threshold, filling the apartment. “If there’s nothing to fix, if what we were—are—wasn’t more than that, Olive, then I wouldn’t be staring into your eyes, seeing the same pain I feel inside.” He swallowed and I watched as his throat worked from the act. “And if I told you I loved you?”
My heart raced.
“What then, Olive? Would you deny it and say you don’t love me back?”
I didn’t know what to say, how to say it. I didn’t think this was going to go this way.
“Tell me the truth.”
I inhaled sharply. My throat was thick, because of the emotions I felt inside. “Pope.”
He shook his head slowly. “Tell me you don’t feel for me the way I feel for you.”
I couldn’t breathe, but I knew the way my emotions were right now meant I wouldn’t be able to control myself. But he leaned back as if he knew I needed some room.
“There’s obviously something to fix, Olive. You ran away and didn’t let me explain.”
I shook my head, but I didn’t know what I was saying no to. “It doesn’t matter.” My voice was no more than a whisper.
I didn’t say anything more, because I didn’t know what to say. He took a step forward and I took one back, the silent dance with him crowding my space, making me feel like this was more intimate than it should be in this moment. And then he closed the door behind him, and all I could do was stare at him, wonder what was next, what was going to happen.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Soraya and I used to date.”
My heart plummeted to my stomach.
“But it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other or talked. The relationship was short, and we mutually parted ways.” He paused as if he were waiting for shit to hit the fan. But I stayed silent. “I was at the restaurant meeting a business associate when she came over and talked to me, gave me a hug. I removed myself immediately, because it felt wrong, Olive. I wanted to tell her how I felt, that I was happy, that I’d found someone. You.”
“Why didn’t you tell her then?” I swallowed. “About me, about how you felt?” I should have kept my mouth shut. I didn’t know if I wanted to know the answer.
He took another step toward me, and now my back was to the wall, and I felt caged in, small, and vulnerable, but not frightened or like I wanted to escape.
“I was about to tell her, when I looked out the window and saw you standing there. I saw how upset you were, could see the pain on your face. So I left my business associate standing in that restaurant as I went to go take care of the most important thing in the world to me.” He paused for a moment and I held my breath, waiting for him to continue.
“And what’s that?” God, my voice was no more than this breathy, on-the-edge-of-my-seat sound.
He didn’t answer for a second, but instead lifted his hand and cupped my cheek, stared into my eyes, made me feel like this puddle of liquid before him.
“The most important thing to me is you.”
My breath caught, emotion clouding me, threatening to control every aspect of who I was. I felt so vulnerable right now, so controlled by what I wanted that I actually found myself pressing my body to his. The deep noise that left him gave me courage to be bolder.
“You’re so fucking important to me,” he said as he stared into my eyes. “You’re all I want, Olive.” He leaned in an inch so our mouths were close enough I felt the heat from his lips. “I fucking love you.”
I slammed my mouth on his and kissed him like my life depended on it, felt him wrap his arms around me and knew that, because Pope was in my life, I’d never be the same.
Because I loved him too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Pope
Icould feel her hands curling against me, as if she were trying to pull me in closer, grasp for something solid to hold on to, use me for strength.
Control. Find it.
“I feel like I’m losing control,” she whispered, her little nails digging into my skin, causing a flash of pain to mix with my pleasure.
I cupped one side of her face as I tipped her head to the side, making her take my kiss, forcing her to suck on my tongue.