♡AN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS ROMANCE♡
Attending the same college is the only thing Sebastian Hutches and Tara Van Doren have in common.
To Sebastian, Tara is a rich, spoiled girl, obsessed with her looks and status.
To Tara, Sebastian is a rude, arrogant...
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“So, what now?”
Tara's quiet voice pulls me out of my messed up, jealous thoughts. I relax my jaw and face her. “I still think he's to blame, not you. But it's Friday, we skipped class, and I want to go on a date with you.”
Tara lowers her gaze to her lap and smoothes her thumb over the hem of her tee. “A pity date?”
“A date that I planned before you told me about the creep who—”
Tara groans, banging her head against the headboard. “Bast. Look at me. I'm not a damsel in distress, and I don't need saving. I knew what I was doing. I sold my body on my terms. Do I regret it? Every single day, but not because Ian abused me, which he never did. I regret it because there were other ways; my blog proved that much. And I wish I’d started going to therapy way sooner.”
“Does it help? The therapy.”
Mom begged me to go for two years, but I didn't. Wouldn't. Some people need it way more than me, anyway.
“A lot.” Tara smiles. “My doctor’s good, and he’s easy to talk to.”
Every word of hers gives me more questions than answers, but I have no right to pry or push. Not when I might be one of the very few people she trusted with something so personal.
Trust. That’s what she gave me, and I already broke it.
Damn my father’s job. Couldn’t he be a plumber or a mechanic? Or a teacher. Anyone who doesn’t deal with criminals.
“Is my past a deal-breaker?” Tara asks out of the blue, probably mistaking my silence for judgment.
“I don’t give a shit about your past. Everyone has one.” I try to inject conviction into my voice so she wouldn’t doubt.
“Okay. Just be honest. I don’t want to go on a date and know you’ll second-guess whatever happens between us later. My therapist says I need security.”
I walk to the bed and sit by Tara’s side. “I’m going to kiss you. It’s not a pity kiss. I just want to do it, and you look beautiful. Do you want it too?”
Not smooth, but fuck it. She needs to be sure, and I need to feel she is.
Tara giggles, angling her body toward me, and presses her index finger to her cheek. “Just a little smooch here?”
I grab her face and smash my mouth against hers. The moan of approval Tara lets out propels me to slide my palms under her ass and pull her onto my lap. She’s the one to kiss me harder, and my cock stiffens from each flick of her tongue as if I haven’t had sex in weeks.
I’ve never been so horny. But as tempting as the idea of staying in and fucking her is, I do have a plan.
I inch away, breaking our kiss. “Go get ready. Wear something comfortable.”
