Chapter 35

Arrick slides his arms around my waist and pulls me to him, meeting no resistance and butting me right up, so every part of our bodies mold as one, and I have no option but to look him in the eye.

“Maybe Christian?” I smirk through my tears sarcastically, looking at his chest to avoid the way he’s gazing at me with utter infatuation. It’s what I wanted, and yet now it’s unnerving me because I should feel surer than I do if this is the road to happily ever after, but all there is doubt and apprehension.

“He was so close to getting a beating about fifty times. I swear if he didn’t turn out to be gay, I probably would have broken bones to feel better.” Arrick smiles too, pulls my face to his, and leans in cautiously. Seeing no resistance, he bridges the gap, touches me softly, lips meeting gently, and slowly kisses me. I kiss him back, arms finding a way around his neck of their own accord, and open myself to him, lips parting and responding to the sweetest caress. Letting