Prompted by: AnRo
The crazy author says: Almost over…
“Brady Lucas,” she echoes, touching the corner of my mouth.
I stay perfectly still because I don’t know what else to do and what I’m about to say next might send her running for the hills.
Gentle fingertips trace the seam of my lips in one direction and back the other. Then she beams me a breathtaking smile and whispers, “It’s nice to meet you. Officially, that is.”
She’s so damn happy and so damn trusting and so damn fucking gorgeous that I close my eyes and groan.
Clenching my teeth until they ache, I shake my head.
There’s no way to sugarcoat the truth so I grind out, “I’m gonna kill him.”
She doesn’t ask whom because she already knows. Instead, she asks, “When?”
At her silence, I release my hold. It’s her one and only chance to leave. I won’t watch her go if she does and I won’t let her go again if she doesn’t.
Warm, soft hands grasp my face and slide down to cradle my jaw. She tips my head back and leans in so close I can taste the sweetness of her breath…
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