Page 70 of Heartstring

“Say what you want to say and tell me what you want me to do, then leave.”

“God, you’re so infuriating.”

“There’s a long line of people that think the same. You’re not special.”

“I’m trying to make things right, Ty.”

I speed up, hoping he’ll take the message and walk the other way. “Fine. Apology accepted.” Stan walks beside me until we get to my street.

There’s mail in the mailbox, which I retrieve before reaching for the front door key.

Stan rushes past me to get to his water bowl. I put the mail and keys down and head to the kitchen to wash my hands.

No sooner do I put down the cloth I’ve dried my hands with than I’m pushed against the fridge with my hands pinned above my head by a determined-looking Mik.

“I wasn’t asking for forgiveness,” he says.

“Why are you still here?”

“Because you’re being a stubborn asshole who needs to listen.”

My stupid body betrays me by reacting to Mik’s closeness. It’s clear when he realizes it because his blue eyes become darker and he stares at my mouth like he’s on board with whatever I’m thinking.

“Don’t do this again, Mik,” I beg.

“Why not? It seems it’s the only way you’ll listen to me.” He presses against me, and I can feel his hardness. “Remember, I know what makes you tick. What sets you off.”

“It’s been a long time.”

He runs his nose over my cheek, and I turn away, playing right into his hand because when his lips suck the skin of my neck, I know exactly what he’s doing.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“God, you still taste the same.”

Goosebumps erupt all over my skin. “More…”

He chuckles.

I fucking hate that he’s playing me like his trusted guitar, but two can play this game.

“What do you want, Mik?”

“I want you, Ty. I’ve always wanted you.”

I lace my fingers with his and then use my strength and his surprise to flip him around so he’s the one with his back to the fridge.

“Leave them there,” I say before releasing his hands.

He bucks his hips to meet mine, but I step back.

“Ty…”

I go down to my knees and run my hands up his legs until my palm presses against his erection.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”