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Page 62 of Break my Heart

“I want to give you what you need. Trust me, I do. But I also want you to be sure about what you’re asking for.”

A pent-up breath rushes from me as relief courses through my veins.

“I don’t need to think anything over. That’s what I want.” There’s a beat of silence before I confess, “I’m tired of feeling damaged.”

His brow pinches, and his lips flatten in a tight line. I blink, surprised to find anger brewing in his green depths.

“The last thing you are is damaged. Not by a long shot. And you know what I’m going to do?”

I shake my head.

“Prove it to you.”

Hope cautiously rises within me.

More than anything, I want to believe him.

But how can I when the person I trusted most in this world broke his word?

It’s only with the passing of time that I understand how Nathan manipulated me, wielding the love and respect I felt for him against me.

It took months of intense therapy before I came to that devastating conclusion.

The idea of opening myself up enough to trust someone else again isn’t an easy one.

With shaking fingers, I pop open the door, wanting him to follow through on his promise. I live alone and have the entire apartment to myself. We can take care of business. Maybe a few times and then… who knows?

Or… he’ll take a peek inside my head and change his mind about this budding relationship.

Anything’s possible. I want to temper my expectations.

As I slide from the seat, I throw a glance at Hayes, who hasn’t moved a muscle.

“Are you coming up?”

His attention stays pinned to me as he shakes his head. “Can’t. I have class in twenty.”

Well, damn.

All the anticipation, excitement, and the little bit of fear swirling around inside me nose dives before erupting into flames.

I blink, thrown off by his response. “You do?”

The disappointment that floods my system is palpable.

“Yeah, and I can’t afford to miss.”

I chew my lower lip and throw out the offer before I can think better of it. “Tonight, then?”

Warmth enters his eyes as his lips quirk at the corners. “Count on it, Tink.”

I release a shaky breath with a nod. “Okay. Guess I’ll see you then.”

As soon as I slam the door closed, he backs out of the space and takes off from the parking lot.

I stare at the back end of the beat-up truck and wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.

But the excitement he was able to rouse within me…




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