Page 83 of His Flawed Ride

“Can I talk to you?”

I ignore the guys he’s sat with and when he leads me over to a quiet corner, I forget all about them.

Before he can ask what it is I want, I blurt out, “You need to stop looking at me like I’m already dead.”

He’s quick to argue, “I’m not.”

“You are! I can’t deal so just stop. Please.”

He holds my arms and admits, “I don’t know how to be around you.”

“I don’t know either. All I know is, I get ill, I meet you, I get pregnant, then I’m told without treatment I won’t live. To say I’m feeling every kind of emotion, all at the same time is an understatement.” I take a deep breath. “If I could change what’s happening to me, I would, but I wouldn’t change meeting you…” His lips on mine cuts me off and I sink into his unexpected kiss. I grasp onto his cut, finally getting what I want. Before I know it, he pulls away and I instantly miss his touch.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

I can’t let him backtrack. Once he’s in love with me, I can tell him I can get treatment after all and then we’ll live happily ever after. Not breaking eye contact, I assure him, “Don’t be sorry. I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me.”

“Yeah?”

I nod eagerly.

“I don’t know how to help you.”

Placing my hand on his cheek, I smile up at him.

“I know how you can help me.”

“How?”

“Make me feel like we’re the only ones on earth.”

“How do I do that?”

Leaning up on my toes, I softly press my lips to his. “Make me believe I’m the only one you want.”

“I don’t…”

“All I want is you, in every way.”

Taking hold of my hand, I follow him up to his old room. Nerves float between us and it’s like we’re the only two people in the world.

He has to feel it too. His nerves are cute and I smile. I take a step closer, then another. I take the lead, and lean up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his.

“You won’t hurt me,” I promise, and sweep my tongue across his bottom lip.

It is all he needs to dive headfirst with me. I wait for the rush of passion to hit me, hit us, like a blast. It takes a moment to realise this isn’t going to be a normal fuck. This is different. His hands are firm yet gentle. His lips and tongue are deliciously tender, trailing up and down my thighs, across my stomach, over my breasts. He is giving me more than he’s given anyone else before, I just know it. Once he’s inside me, his rolling hips drives me to an edge of weightlessness I’ve not experienced before. This is how I know we are meant to be. We are rare.

I fall and crash into my orgasm and long after he falls with me, I can still feel him inside me. He has to feel it too.

“This is what I wish the rest of my life could be like.”

“I can do that.”

He’s going to fall in love with me and it’s going to be perfect.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Leo