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This hadn't been how I wanted this night to go. But it looked like there was no going back now.
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Daisy
I didn't know what was going on. My mind was whirling over the fact Lennon had been at The Pub, that he'd hit some guy for me … that he'd looked so possessive of me.
My heart was beating so hard it was actually painful. Lennon was watching me like he had something to say. How had he known I was there? Why had he defended me like that, acted like I was his?
And now, the way he looked at me, stared into his eyes, made me feel so bared despite the fact I was fully dressed.
Isn’t this what I’d always wanted? I’d always wanted to be in his room, his hands on me, his gaze locked on mine. That had all seemed like a fantasy though. But this, although reality, felt surreal, like I was in a dream, trapped in a loop and unable to escape. But I don't want to leave, I don't want to run away or pretend like this wasn't happening.
There were a lot of things I wanted to say to Lennon, but the words were lodged in my throat.
I saw the mark on his lip, his battle wound from defending me.
The guy had hit him, the asshole so drunk, saying inappropriate, gross things to me that made my skin crawl. I would've been surprised if he even knew what day it was. But when I’d realized it was Lennon who was there this wave of relief filled me. He made me feel like everything would be okay.
Now is time to say how you feel.
I felt on edge, the arousal so intense it was like a living entity inside of me.
“I was worried about you when I knew you went to The Pub.” His voice was slow, deep, his focus trained right on me.
I felt my cheeks heat at his admission. “How did you know I'd be there?”
He glanced away for a second, but then moved over to the couch. He had his hand on his lap, his fingers curled into his palm. He looked tense, as if he were ashamed by the answer he might give me. He looked at me again, his blue eyes hard. “I overheard one of the staff talking with you on the phone.”
My heart was beating so hard, so fast it was painful. “You came out to make sure I was okay?”
He nodded once. The very thought of you being surrounded by a bunch of drunken assholes...” he didn't finish speaking, but I could see the anger move across his entire body.
Tonight he’d showed me a different side of him, a side that seemed to want me enough to risk being seen, being recorded fighting, defending my honor.
As the seconds and minutes moved by, I felt like I was in this alternate reality, one I’d only dreamed about. I knew that no matter what I had to be honest with him tonight.
I had to be honest with myself, as well.
Chapter Four
Lennon
“Come sit with me.” I wanted to be close to her, wanted her body pressed right to mine. I’d wanted her for so long this moment seemed surreal. My heart was thundering behind my ribs, and I wondered if she’d come closer, if she’d sit with me on the couch.
I’d shut the bedroom door, maybe presuming she’d be comfortable with that, maybe hoping she’d see it as something more.
And then she did move closer sat right beside of me, and the scent of her invaded my sense. I grew drunk from it, aroused because she was so close. I shifted on the couch, feeling my dick punch forward, growing harder, thicker. God, I wanted to be with Daisy, wanted to claim her as mine. I wanted her in every possible way.
She was looking at me, and I knew she was nervous. She was in my room as more than just seeing me. God, I hated that she had to wait on me, like I was better than her. I wasn’t. If anything she was better than me.
I reached out, not stopping myself, not even bothering to pretend this wasn’t going to move forward. I needed her to know how I felt. Now.
I lifted her head up with my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were so big, so blue. I got lot in them, got drunk on them. She ducked her head, her dark hair falling over the side of her face, blocking the view I had of her. I reached out with my other hand and pushed the strands away, placing them behind her ear and letting my fingers linger over the soft shell.
God, I wanted her right here right now. I wanted to bare myself to her, not just physically, but emotionally, mentally as well.
My body wanted her, but my mind roared out to go slow, that I needed to tell her how I felt first, show her with words what she meant to me.
