asked.
“You l-left,” she whispered.
I lifted a brow at her.
“Yeah,” I said. “I have to go to work.”
She shook her head. “No. I mean, this morning. You were there around dawn, and then you left and didn’t come back.”
I was wary of the way she was taking this conversation.
“Yeah,” I answered.
For some reason, the idea of her being upset that I left did funny things to my heart, and made me feel incredibly guilty.
“I didn’t want you to leave.”
My eyes closed and I leaned my head forward until it rested against her head.
“I’m not a good person,” I told her. “In fact, it’s very likely that by the end of the year, I’ll end up in jail because I’ve been toeing that line too close to the edge. There’s no reason you need to be taken down with me. There’s nowhere for us to go,” I said. “You and I don’t work.”
“You don’t know that.”
I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve done. What I plan to do. All you know is that I fucked you good.”
She scowled at me. “That’s not what I was thinking. How dare you put words in my mouth.”
I laughed softly against her cheek, letting my head rest against the top of hers.
“It doesn’t matter what your reason is,” I said, moving away until she stood on her own two feet. “My mind’s not going to change. I won’t be responsible for you. I’m going to fuck you up.”
Her spine straightened as she glared at me.
“So why’d you even involve me at all? Why not leave me the fuck alone in the first place? Then we wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation right now,” she seethed.
I could practically feel the anger rolling off of her, and I felt somewhat bad for putting that expression on her face.
“I’m sorry,” I said, backing up.
I was out in the sunlight when the sadness in her voice made me freeze.
“Griffin?” she asked softly.
I closed my eyes.
“Yeah?” I croaked.
“You didn’t tell me why you involved me at all,” she whispered.
I opened my eyes and pinned them to her.
“Because I couldn’t help myself. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.”
Chapter 6
Sometimes it’s best to reflect on just how amazing tits are.
- Griffin to Lenore
Lenore
Because I couldn’t help myself. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.
Who did he think he was, saying something like that?
He was the king of what I would call wishy washy.
One second he was telling me he wasn’t good for me, and the next he goes and says something like that, something that makes me care so much more about what kind of trouble he’s in.
It’d been a week and two days, and I still couldn’t get those words out of my head.
And to make matters worse, I saw Griffin everywhere.
I saw him at the bank.
I saw him when I was coming out of the dog shelter…two towns over.
I saw him when I was leaving work.
It was like every time I turned around, there he was.
Which made it nearly impossible to stop thinking about him.
And I kept replaying our time together in a continuous loop in my brain.
The way his hands felt when they touched the sensitive skin at the inside of my thighs.
The way he smelled.
The way he filled me up when…
“Jesus Lenore, stop!” I admonished myself.
“At least you’re not totally inept. Maybe you can use that knowledge to get a life,” Diane McDermott said disdainfully at my side.
I wanted to punch her in the throat.
I hated Diane.
She was Remy’s wife’s best friend, and not any nicer than Jenna.
If you added Jenna and Diane together, you had a lethal combination of beauty, no brains, bad attitudes and smuttiness.
They were like Cinderella’s evil stepsisters: self-centered jerks who only cared about themselves.
“Hello, Diane,” I said as I walked down the street.
Diane kept pace with me.
“Where are you going? To help those geezers at the old folk’s home? Trying to make up for what you did to your
“You l-left,” she whispered.
I lifted a brow at her.
“Yeah,” I said. “I have to go to work.”
She shook her head. “No. I mean, this morning. You were there around dawn, and then you left and didn’t come back.”
I was wary of the way she was taking this conversation.
“Yeah,” I answered.
For some reason, the idea of her being upset that I left did funny things to my heart, and made me feel incredibly guilty.
“I didn’t want you to leave.”
My eyes closed and I leaned my head forward until it rested against her head.
“I’m not a good person,” I told her. “In fact, it’s very likely that by the end of the year, I’ll end up in jail because I’ve been toeing that line too close to the edge. There’s no reason you need to be taken down with me. There’s nowhere for us to go,” I said. “You and I don’t work.”
“You don’t know that.”
I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve done. What I plan to do. All you know is that I fucked you good.”
She scowled at me. “That’s not what I was thinking. How dare you put words in my mouth.”
I laughed softly against her cheek, letting my head rest against the top of hers.
“It doesn’t matter what your reason is,” I said, moving away until she stood on her own two feet. “My mind’s not going to change. I won’t be responsible for you. I’m going to fuck you up.”
Her spine straightened as she glared at me.
“So why’d you even involve me at all? Why not leave me the fuck alone in the first place? Then we wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation right now,” she seethed.
I could practically feel the anger rolling off of her, and I felt somewhat bad for putting that expression on her face.
“I’m sorry,” I said, backing up.
I was out in the sunlight when the sadness in her voice made me freeze.
“Griffin?” she asked softly.
I closed my eyes.
“Yeah?” I croaked.
“You didn’t tell me why you involved me at all,” she whispered.
I opened my eyes and pinned them to her.
“Because I couldn’t help myself. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.”
Chapter 6
Sometimes it’s best to reflect on just how amazing tits are.
- Griffin to Lenore
Lenore
Because I couldn’t help myself. I’ve never wanted anyone more in my life.
Who did he think he was, saying something like that?
He was the king of what I would call wishy washy.
One second he was telling me he wasn’t good for me, and the next he goes and says something like that, something that makes me care so much more about what kind of trouble he’s in.
It’d been a week and two days, and I still couldn’t get those words out of my head.
And to make matters worse, I saw Griffin everywhere.
I saw him at the bank.
I saw him when I was coming out of the dog shelter…two towns over.
I saw him when I was leaving work.
It was like every time I turned around, there he was.
Which made it nearly impossible to stop thinking about him.
And I kept replaying our time together in a continuous loop in my brain.
The way his hands felt when they touched the sensitive skin at the inside of my thighs.
The way he smelled.
The way he filled me up when…
“Jesus Lenore, stop!” I admonished myself.
“At least you’re not totally inept. Maybe you can use that knowledge to get a life,” Diane McDermott said disdainfully at my side.
I wanted to punch her in the throat.
I hated Diane.
She was Remy’s wife’s best friend, and not any nicer than Jenna.
If you added Jenna and Diane together, you had a lethal combination of beauty, no brains, bad attitudes and smuttiness.
They were like Cinderella’s evil stepsisters: self-centered jerks who only cared about themselves.
“Hello, Diane,” I said as I walked down the street.
Diane kept pace with me.
“Where are you going? To help those geezers at the old folk’s home? Trying to make up for what you did to your
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