Prompted by: Sam
The crazy author says: Umm, I got nothing haha!
Even though I know the answer, I have no other choice but to ask, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she lies.
It rolls so easily off her tongue I think she actually believes herself. Even worse, I almost believe her too. I’m crossing into dangerous territory where returning isn’t an option. There’s no second-guessing. No escape route. No turning back.
It doesn’t matter.
I want her. I’ve wanted her for months. The constant ache in my heart and my head and my goddamn bones tells me I’ll always want her. Because she’s already mine. Ever since I laid eyes on her, she’s belonged to me and me alone.
I have absolutely zero fucks to give about anything else.
Her husband’s irrelevant.
His fate was sealed the moment he laid his hands on her. The instant his knuckles made contact with her skin…
He’s been a dead man walking.
I pull her close and wrap my arms around her waist with a groan, “Jules.”
Burying my face into her breasts, my voice is muffled, “Brady Lucas.”
She presses a kiss into my hair. “Who’s that?”
I take a deep breath, inhaling the woman into my lungs, and lean away to look up at her. Only then do I realize just how fucked I am.
Completely, utterly, hopelessly fucked.
All I can say is, “Me.”
What’s the prompt for next week, guys?
Make suggestions below. 7 words or less.