![]() His eyes dropped to them like they always did when I did that but this time his face didn’t get soft and gentle or hard and hungry. Since it began with you, it’s only been you.” He yanked on a boot but twisted his neck, still bent toward his feet, and pinned me with his eyes. “Sharin’ info I’d rather not and wouldn’t have to if you didn’t pull that shit. He snatched up his socks and boots, prowled to the bed, sat on the side but down toward the end where I wasn’t close and he pulled them on while speaking. Night two of thirteen that he would leave me before dawn. I stopped trying to speak and watched him dress. Okay, I didn’t know why but that kind of hurt. “Thank Christ for that,” he muttered as he yanked his jeans to his h*ps and, not bothering to button them, he bent to tag his tee. Scared to speak in the face of his anger and the not insignificant fact it looked like he was preparing to leave, I nodded. ![]() He twisted to me even as he began to get dressed. ![]() “Hop-” I called as he immediately bent and nabbed his jeans. I rolled to my side, pulled the sheets up my front, and got up on an elbow. ![]() “Well, you got that, babe,” he shot back then bit out with no small amount of sarcasm, “Excellent work.”Īs I felt the uncomfortable throb of his sarcasm hit me straight in the belly, he pulled out, rolled off me and my bed. My voice was small when I told him, “I wanted to make you wild.” ![]()
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