Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 19

tecili perkelahiraghi his mirk, flashing

Imove my eyes wy from him, knowing I had been staring for too long i bit into my plump bottom lip to suppress a smile. “Your promises don’t count Cross.

From my peripheral vision, I whis head whip to face me for a second only to draw back to the road. “My promises are my word Bella. Carved into store that cannot be lifted and broken.”

I grip my bag, hoping he hadn’t noticed m. y nervous habit when he turns to face me again, this time lingering his eyes a little longer than last. “When I promise something, I mean it with every fiber of m y being.”

There was something hidden in his tone. Something deep that he had buried. And a SI took a quick peek at him from the corner of my eye. I observed how lost he looked. He seemed to be in his head, gaze going cloudy.

“Nice mutfie.” His voice brought #backt

thoughts of me jumping out of the maving truck just to get away from the cuibarrassment

I was very thankful that he didn’t mock mm e like normal guys at his age would. But However, Halden was far from normal

I looked down at my ripped jeans and black t-shirt with the word fearless printed on it in bold cursive letters. I lit my head to give him a side-eye, rolling in y eyes as I spoke. “Well, I didn’t have ani. asshole dirtying me today so._…” I drawled, smiling slightly when he chuckles.

“I apologized for that didn’t 1?’ He faked a confused look, brows drawing together as one of his hands come to rub his chini n thought

so sorry that I

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an apology? Do I need to lind you

long lose friends, catching up on some good

conversing with him, case

all. Those weren’t my exact words. Second, I

so we’re counting excuses

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I’m sorry that I only serin toatch you staring inside my Four princess, so I just presumed that it’s the only view you latch your cyes ento.” He shruused, biting

a smile on my lace Maybe people judged him too

I saw how relaxed h e seemed to be. So different from how he painted himself to be. Seeing

and for a quick second Thought he hadn’t home

man’t the right

he cold mistaken as steel. The Crown on his face sketched his features so differently than before that I questioned

of awkward silence that threatened to consume us,