Chapter Four
Garret
I tossed out the offer, dangling a carrot I hope she craved—even though the a***e of her childhood guaranteed she didn’t. She glanced beyond me, her focus flitting around the church’s interior as I dripped water all over the stone floor. While I’d thought to grab a towel, I hadn’t wasted a single second doing more than tucking it tight at my hips in my rush to keep her from leaving.
She’d lit out of the bathroom like a nervous little kitten, and all I could do was think about stopping her from disappearing from my life after slamming into it like a goddamn freight train, intent on derailing me from the path I’d been travelling with my man-w***e ways.
She made me come in my damn boxers—
“I don’t fear the pain,” she finally said, bringing her attention back to me.
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