Author’s Note:
This chapter starts off slow, like nothing intense will happen. But keep reading, and things heat up fast. It gets very explicit with vulgar words, so consider this your warning!
Emily’s POV
I should have left.
The moment he stepped into the kitchen, I should have picked up my tea and walked away like I always did. But something about tonight was different. Maybe it was the way his voice had dropped an octave, rough and edged with something that made my skin prickle. Maybe it was the way he looked at me…like I was something he wasn’t willing to lose.
Or maybe it was the fact that, for the first time in seven years, I wanted to stay.
I hated him. I had told myself that over and over again, burned the words into my mind until they became truth.
But I didn’t hate the way
