Page 116 of Redeeming Heart

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Page 116 of Redeeming Heart

“About my feelings,”

I frowned.

“Brandon, you are not making any sense right now,” I pointed out.

I was fuming at this point with everything that was going on that almost missed him taking a big stride towards me—closing the gap between us.

He left all the gentleness behind in the room when he cupped my face in his hands. His lips met mine and I felt him pouring his feelings into my soul.

He kissed me with more determination—more curiosity and pushed me closer to the edge of wanting to jump into the storm of love.

It so felt good to be indulged by his touch, embrace, and how amazing it felt to have him kissing me, and it was extremely hard to do this to him.

I gave him a soft push to break the kiss and get in some common sense flowing back into my system.

“I’m her,” I clicked.

It wasn’t a guess.

“I’m the girl who claimed your heart,” I slowly raised my gaze and met his.

His hands were still resting on either side of my face as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes.

“You’ve always been the girl, Adams,” His confession spread warmth throughout my chest, and relief washed over me.

“I never knew how to approach you or my feelings.” He admitted.

“Ashley knew all this time,” I noted.

He confirmed it with a nod of his head.

“She’s been badgering me about it since she found out.”

All this time she was jealous of me because Brandon was into me and not her. It now started to make sense with all the death glares I was receiving from her and her friends.

“What do you mean by always being the girl?” I asked feeling a bit baffled by his confession.

The corners of his lips curved up. “Can we talk about it somewhere else? You are freezing.”

I only notice now that my whole was shivering from the cold.

“I don’t want to go back in there with her and all of those people.”

Too many witnessed our kiss and most of them were my teammates.

“Let’s go to your room them.” He suggested. Slipping off his jacket and placed it down on top of my shoulders before escorting me back to my room which was a few bungalows down.

CHAPTER SIXTY

I played with the rim of my mug contemplating my next move—feeling unsure what to do next.

What happens next or where do we begin?

Brandon became the closest thing to a best friend over the past few months because he has been there listening to all of my pain, hate, and heartbreak.

He was patient when I slowly chiseled through the thick shell around me and offered a hand to be there when I needed him.

What if this feeling for him is only temporary and I end up losing him forever when things don’t work out between us?




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