Chapter 29

Wayne’s POV

When I asked Elena to come back to my place tonight, it wasn’t for this. I wanted to show her that I was ready, that I was preparing.

I didn’t mean for this to happen.

She kisses me harder, almost like if she does, I’ll respond. I don’t respond because I can’t help but think of the last time she kissed me when she shouldn’t have.

I place my hands on her hips, and she takes it as a sign, pressing into me more. For just a moment, I give in, pressing her back against the nearest wall and devouring her. I slide my knee between her legs, and she moans, rubbing herself against it.

I know it’s wrong, and we shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t resist. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her so damn badly. I have since the moment I saw her sitting at the bar the night she told me she was pregnant. I wanted to sprint across that restaurant and pull her into my arms and make up for leaving her behind, and I’ve wanted to kiss her every day since then.