9
ERIC
It was easy enough to distract her with a lick and a promise, but convincing Ariella to give me a chance suddenly became the most important thing in my life. I didn’t want to rush her.
Back in the cottage, I’d screwed up. Big time. She kept telling me she needed time to think, and I’d insisted again and again that I’d keep her safe. As if repeating the same thing over and over would change the way she felt about it.
Pinging her fingers against her device, she’d exhaled sharply through her mouth and typed at me that she needed to go for a walk and clear her head. Even as I watched her run ahead on the beach, practically skipping on the sand, I knew she had me by the balls. It wasn’t just her beautiful, curvy body that slayed me. I needed to be her best friend. My little siren ha
