“You don’t need to snoop. If you want to know something about me, ask. I am more than willing to give if only you would ask.”
His strokes are so soft that it moves me and takes my breath away. He looks at me with such intensity that it’s hard to look away. But then I remember that him lying to me was the sole reason I ran away.
So I turn my head away from the palm of his hand. “You expect me to be honest with you, yet you won’t do the same for me.”
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
“Why else do you think I ran away?” I say. “You lied to me about the fire. My parents. My father. About everything you could.”
“I didn’t lie. I omitted the truth,” he says with a tightened jaw.
“That’s the same thing,” I scoff. “You knew who I was, and you chose not to tell me.”
He grabs my arm and pushes me farther against the pillar, trapping me between him and the concrete. “I did it to protect you. Because I knew you would hate me if I told you the truth. Harper, please.”
My lips unlatch as I look up into his face. Did he just say … please?
“I hate this. I hate arguing with you.” His jaw tenses up again along with the muscles in his chest. “But what I hate more is that I cannot choose.”
“Choose what?”
Suddenly, he smashes his lips onto mine, and I’m captured by surprise. His lips are rough against my softness, dominant against my sensitivity, and it pushes all my buttons. It confuses me to the point where I don’t even know what I’m feeling anymore. Because when his lips are on mine, everything else ceases to matter, ceases to exist.
And that … that’s what’s been scaring me.
When his lips unlatch, my body is on fire, and I want nothing more than to kiss him right back.
But I know I shouldn’t.
Not until I know for sure what it is that I feel.
What it is that he feels for me.
“I want … everything from you,” he groans. “So much that it destroys me.”
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