K.J. Wolf lives in Upstate NY with her husband, two children and a bunch of misfit pets. Always fascinated by human psychology and emotions, writing provides the perfect opportunity to explore relationships (and play matchmaker!). Nothing is more powerful, moving or exciting than overcoming obstacles, especially the ones within, to find love.
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She sniffed and buried her face in his neck. “I don’t know, Chris. It’s you, you know? I feel so … exposed. It shouldn’t be this way, right?”
The brick sank lower. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed with his hands up and down. What was he supposed to do?
Hannah pulled back and looked at the floor. “Maybe I should get going.”
The brick ignited into flames, and his stomach burned in fear. Now that he finally had Hannah in his bed, he didn’t want to lose her. He couldn’t let her walk out. There had to be a way past the wall she’d slammed up. He’d deal with why she’d slammed it up later.
“No. We’ve been drinking. You’re not driving. Come on.” He took her hand and blew out a breath when she didn’t resist following him into his bedroom.
He turned on the light and moaned. Hell, he wished he’d taken the time to clean up. He hadn’t known this was going to happen, but from now on, he would make sure his clothes made it into one pile instead of several scattered all over. And the empty beer bottles lining the nightstand and dresser just looked sad.
He cleared his throat. “So, obviously I wasn’t expecting company. Sorry ‘bout the mess in here.”
Heat rose to his neck, but he couldn’t feel too embarrassed. If she was teasing him, then she wasn’t completely freaked out over what they’d just done.
He strolled to the bed, grabbed handfuls of clothing and tossed them towards the farthest corner of the room. She still avoided making eye contact, and he put his hands on his hips.
“Hannah. Seriously? We’ve known each other forever. You don’t have to be self-conscious in front of me. You’re beautiful.”
Pink flushed to her cheeks. She shuffled to the bed and sat down on the edge still clutching the towel.
“When I’m with some guy I don’t know, it’s somehow easier. I don’t worry about how I look. I know we’re both there to get off and go our separate ways.” She bit the inside of her right cheek. “God, that sounds so bad. I’m pretty fucked up. But you knew that already.”
“Do you trust me?”
“I asked you if you trust me, Hannah.”
She didn’t answer right away and bit her cheek again. “You know I do, Chris.”
He went to his closet, slid the door aside, pulled out a tie and settled behind her on the bed. “I’m going to make you stop thinking about yourself and just feel. Are you okay with that?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Are you sure you trust me?”
She nodded slowly and tried to turn to face him, but he grabbed her shoulders to hold her still. “I need you to just focus on what you feel. This is going to help you.”
Hannah let out a tiny yelp as he blindfolded her with his tie.
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