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"Sure, kiddo."
"Okay. Thank you, Agent Williams. It means a lot. I just wanted you to know."
"Call me Lily."
"Okay. Bye, Lily."
"Bye, Sorina." I press the end button and hold the phone out to Blake.
He takes it and sits it back on the charging station. I sigh, twisting my head to crack my neck.
"You feeling better?"
"In regard to what?" I lift my head, meeting his gaze.
"How many things are wrong with you at the moment?" His eyebrows rise.
"More than you know," I whisper, running my fingers through my hair.
"Tell me."
I sigh. "I doubt you'd understand, Blake. You're not exactly from the same side of the tracks as us."
"You think because I have money, I don't understand pain? You shouldn't assume things, Lily. You know as much about me as I know about you, which isn't shit." His voice, a mixture of anger and sadness, makes my chest tighten more so to the point of being painful.
"You're right. That's on my list of problems, currently." I frown.
"Lily, just talk to me. I'm asking because I care." He sits next to me, sliding his hand onto my knee. I shake, but only slightly.
Here we go.
"I've never fought with Jax before, not in ten years. Occasionally we piss, bitch, and moan over how to handle an assignment, but it’s never about our personal lives."
"You haven't really had a personal life though, have you?"
"No, not really." I chuckle. "Hearing them yelling at each other earlier . . . it's not like us."
"They care about you, Lily. Loving someone causes us to react in extreme ways," he says, placing a finger under my chin, gently coaxing my gaze to his.
"I never realized they . . . "
His eyes don't leave mine. Something shines there— an emotion I can't fathom.
No one's ever looked at me like that.
Hesitantly, I lift my hand to his face, trailing my fingers against the stubble on his cheek with quivering fingers.
"You're rather easy to care for, Lily," he whispers, his voice husky.
"There isn't much left to care about, Blake. You really don't understand how broken I am."
"Yes, I do. I just don't care," he whispers, bringing his hands up to clasp my face. Leaning in, he presses his lips to mine. My eyes close as my body shudders under his touch.
I run my hands up his chest, his muscles firm. Fisting his hands in my hair, he pulls my body to his. Desire unravels deep in my belly, a hotline to my groin, something I've never experienced before this moment.
Fuck, I want this man.
Pushing against him, I grab his hair, tugging roughly. He growls, our tongues furiously consuming each other. I throw my leg over his, straddling him. His erection presses firmly against the crotch of my pants, the friction shooting pleasure deep into my body.