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[unedited, subject to change, excerpt from FIX © Molly McAdams]

 

I brought the tips of my fingers up to her crossed arms and slowly pushed her back, following her into the room and kicking the door shut behind me. Once her bag, the blanket, and my keys were in a pile on the floor, I reached behind me to twist the lock, then continued the path.

“See, here’s the thing,” I began. “I don’t like games. So, this dancing around each other bullshit has reached its limit for me. You have baggage—real baggage—that’s more than f**king clear. But so do I.”

I let my stare drag over her body when her back met the wall, lingering on her curves and fighting the urge to trace them when she fidgeted impatiently beneath my gaze.

Desire, longing, and worry met me when my eyes locked with hers again.

“Tell me to go. Tell me you don’t want this. I’ll walk out the door and leave you alone.” I stepped closer and dropped my head so our mouths were a breath apart. “Or I’m gonna stop pretending like I haven’t thought of biting that lip for you since we met.”

Her body shook against mine and her eyelids fluttered shut for a moment. When they opened, her hazel eyes were dark with want.

“Rae . . .”

“I can’t,” she said on a breath, the two words somehow holding so much denial and so much pain.

My chest moved with my exaggerated breaths, each one causing me to brush against her breasts and testing my self-control. “Can’t what?”

When she finally answered, her voice twisted with torment. “I can’t let you fall in love with me.”

My hand lifted to curve around her neck as I stared at her, trying to decipher what it was she wasn’t telling me. To know what could make her so sure that first night that I would fall in love with her, only for this gut-wrenching claim to follow.

All the while knowing, in the long run, it wouldn’t matter.

“Trying to kiss you, Rae, not fall in love with you.”

Like my words had snapped a tether, she pushed up on her toes and crushed her mouth to mine.

THERE IS FREEDOM WAITING FOR YOU,
ON THE BREEZES OF THE SKY,

AND YOU ASK "what if i fall?"

OH BUT MY DARLING,

what if you fly?

-ERIN HANSON

COPYRIGHT © 2019 MOLLY MCADAMS

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