Kat
Good girl. Those words somehow both heal and wound me at the same time.
Maybe Delaney was right after all.
“Am I?” I ask, even though it’s a terrible, needy thing to say. I’m going to freak him out just like I’ve freaked out every guy I ever thought was boyfriend potential. Because I’m not a good girl.
I’m bad.
Rotten to the core.
But Adrian pushes my hair back from my face. “Very good,” he rumbles, a foreign warmth and approval in his voice making me turn my face to try to see his.
He drops a kiss on my temple. “You like to play bad girl, but you’re nothing but good on the inside,” he tells me.
I draw in a sudden terraced breath. I don’t know why I feel like crying again. Am I going to cry every time this man makes me come? It’s absurd.
Totally embarrassing.
Oh God, my eyes
