I’d wished for this very thing to happen.
From the minute I saw her dancing around, twerking her cute ass like she was Nicki Minaj, I knew she was going to be different. I just didn’t know how different.I brush my fingers over her forehead, sweeping her hair back, my heart beating so fast, as I whisper, I love you, too, Pins.
I wait a second, but she doesn’t respond, and when she starts to snore softly, I know she’s asleep.The disappointment I feel is surprising. But I guess this just wasn’t meant to be the moment to say how we feel.I’ll tell Charly how I feel about her when the right moment arises. And I pray to God I won’t scare her away. Hopefully, she really does feel the same way I do, and she’s not just speaking meaningless words in her sleep.
I had this dream last night where I told Vaughn I loved him.Thank God it was just a dream; otherwise, that would have been embarrassing.
But I do love him. I’m crazy in love with him.
It’s just not the time to be telling him. Especially when he doesn’t know everything about me.My forehead furrowed. I fucked her, but I didn’t sleep with her.
Even as I said it, my subconscious screamed the truth.If I had fucked her, I wouldn’t have let her affect me. It would’ve been purely physical and nothing more. She wouldn’t have this hold over me—this damn fucking power.
You’re lying, Kite. Jasmine sighed, running a hand through her glossy hair. And until you fess up and see that you’re the one ruining the only thing that might work for you, I can’t help you.My blood ran cold. What do you expect me to do? She’s a Weaver!