Page 117 of The Sniper
Best sex of my life.
His need was palpable, raw and passionate.It was so intense I was sore for days, and my soul felt like it had been ripped out of me and then returned with pieces missing.
I still feel like that.
“Yes,” I say instead, and we finish our dessert.
After dinner, we walk out into the balmy California evening and climb into his black Ferrari, then drive back to Bel Air.
I hope he doesn’t want that kiss.
I’m not into him and hope this doesn’t make things awkward for our moms.
When we pull up into my driveway, Sam gets out and circles the car, then takes one of my hips in his hand.I keep my purse in front of me so he can’t get closer.
“Dinner was lovely,” I say, wondering how I get away and not make a big deal.
“So are you, Tiffany,” Sam says, but my eyes have caught on something in the shadows.
I know Noah is in the car outside the gates, but I thought I saw...
Jayden.
When he leans in to give me a kiss, I turn my head, and he pecks my cheek.The moment he straightens, I see the acknowledgement in his eyes.
“This isn’t happening, is it?”
I shake my head.
“I’m sorry, Sam.You are lovely, but I have a lot going on.”
Sam nods and steps back.“Goodnight, Tiff.”
I don’t wait; I just want to have a shower and go to bed.I turn, stride to the front door, and step inside.
Jayden.
Why can’t you be with me?
This isn’t a fairytale princess.I’m not your prince.
I lean against my front door and feel the familiar sadness rise up as trickles of tears threaten to fall down my cheeks.
Then a fist bangs against my door, and I jump out of my skin.
“Tiffany!”
