Book #3 (Bound To You series) [New Adult 17+]
"Go on. Put a strong front, baby," he whispered. "Make no mistakes, though. Behind closed doors? I'll fuck the cockiness out of you."
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The longish hair, the throat grab, all of it is giving me Oli and Tee vibes ^^
C H A P T E R 18
Teagan
For the most part, Wyatt was a gentleman.
He came to pick me up in a gorgeous, cherry red vintage convertible—a ride passed on from his grandfather—and dressed formally in chinos and a black blazer that only highlighted his football player build.
He ordered steak, sans the alcohol, while I stuck to a pasta dish with Aperol Spritz to calm my nerves and help me get through this date without thinking of Oliver fucking Ashford.
The alcohol didn't help. Every time I smiled at one of Wyatt's anecdotes or raised the fork to my mouth for a bite, my lips tingled. I could still feel the ghost of Oli's lips mashed against mine in that bruising, soul-searing kiss.
I barely resisted the urge to raise my fingers to my lips to feel him lingering there. Kissing an eighteen-year-old Oli all those years was nothing compared to now. Back then he'd been a boy. Now he was grown and he knew how to use that mouth and those hands. My ass cheek still throbbed from that swat he'd given me earlier. He was bold and daunting. He acted as if he knew what I liked inside the bedroom—how I liked to be roughed and do the roughing—and it unsettled yet excited me.
