I knew it was a bad idea the second I jumped in my car.
But like a moth to a motherfucking flame, here I am.
Watching in disgust as he wraps his arms around Dylan and hugs her like she’s the most precious thing in the world.
Part of me wants her to resist his advances. Kick him in the nuts and run inside.
But the other part—the one that’s winning—wants to walk over there, douse them in gasoline, and light a match.
Make them suffer for their sins.
Relief fills me as they break apart. However, it’s short-lived when he lowers his head and leans in.
Don’t kiss him.
For the briefest of seconds, her body goes rigid and I think she’s going to turn away…but then she rises on her tiptoes.
The hand around my steering wheel flexes as their lips meet.
He kisses her like she’s made of glass, liable to shatter at any moment.
It proves how little he knows about her.
Dylan Taylor is stronger than steel and tougher than leather.
There’s no way she’s enjoying Tommy handling her like a little porcelain doll.
I smirk when I see her hand flinch ever so slightly, like she wants to push him away, but she’s forcing herself to withstand it a little longer.
Eat it up, baby.
Because it will be a cold day in hell before I touch you again.
Reaching over my dashboard, I tap a button on the touchscreen.
Britney picks up on the second ring. “Hey.”
“You busy?”
“No, why?”
“Meet me outside your house in ten.”
