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“Man…” I trailed, rubbing at the back of my neck.

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

Seconds ticked by and turned into minutes with me standing there, looking at everything but her.

When the silence became too much, Goldyn kissed her teeth and relented, shaking her head.

“Fine. Run. Again. I don’t care. But don’t say I never tried.”

Run.Again.

Those two words cut deeper than the hurt on her face and the frustration lacing her tone.

“I know you bought me those flowers. I know you don’t like anyone but Sin and Enzo, but for some reason you like me too. I know you go out of your way for me and try to disguise it every single day. But what I don’t know is why you’re trying to deny it right now.” She ended her words with a huff and tried to step around me.

But I couldn’t let her leave. Not when it looked like she was about to cry. Because of somethingIdid.

Blocking her path, I let our bodies collide, anchoring my hands on her shoulders when she tried to turn the other way. “Now who’s trying to run?” I challenged.

She rolled her eyes, but leaned into my touch when I held her face again. “You’re so confusing.”

“I know. I don’t mean to be.”

“Why don’t you wanna admit you like me?”

“Because you scare the shit out of me.”

“Why?” she asked on a gasp.

“Because you already have too much power. You throw me off without trying. I don’t wanna know what would happen if I gave in to you. Fully.”

“You think I’m going to hurt you?”

“No.” I let out a dry laugh, my fingers tracing the shape of her face. “I think you’re going to ruin me.”

“What if I want you to ruin me too?”

“Goldy…”

“Kiss me, Rome. Kiss me again without trying to mask it as something else.” Her voice was pleading and my dick ached at the desperation in her eyes.

Nobody ever looked at me like their next breath depended on my touch, but Goldy did. She hung on every word I said. Every stolen touch I gave. And now she was asking for more.

“Fuck it,” I swore, just as my lips crashed into hers.

GOLDYN

Rome’s kisses were the opposite of everything I expected from him.

His lips were slow, soft, sweet and searching as they moved against mine, sipping on my sighs and sucking on my tongue.

I craned my neck, desperately trying to keep our lips connected until he grabbed me by my hips and lifted me like I weighed nothing.

Relief let my body sag against his, relishing the kiss, the closeness, and his hardness pressing up against me.

“God, you taste good,” I whispered between kisses, looping my arms around his neck. “You feel good too.”

His only answer was a moan from low in his throat while his fingers trailed over my spine, up to my neck and tangled in my curls.