(The Right Kind of Wrong, Book 3)
SPOILERS FOR THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
After years in jail and endless guilt, Hannah Carson has a new shot at life. What will she do when she realizes that nothing is how it was? She has to start over; from having eve...
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Hannah
I gave up all control.
I didn't want it, didn't need it.
Having his lips against mine was heaven, it was all I had ever wanted for years. With a breathy sigh, my lips parted, kissing him back just as fervently as he was doing.
His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer, as if close wasn't close enough. I didn't know what the kiss meant, but I wanted to make sure that he knew what it meant to me.
My hand rested over his heart and I felt it.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Mine beat for him.
Did his do the same?
It was Derek everywhere; my mind, my body...he took over all of my senses and I didn't care. We broke off the kiss, our breaths mingled as Derek rested his forehead against my own. My eyes fluttered open while his remained closed.
I couldn't resist, my hand traveled to his cheek, caressing it softly. There was no use in fighting what I felt for him...and I didn't think he could fight it either.
Drawn to him, I pressed my lips to his again. My name was but a breathless whisper, making me throw all caution out the door. It was perfect when he said it.
"Please," I whispered. For the second time in my life I was going to beg him, ask him to stay with me. I wouldn't be able to handle another rejection, but it was a risk I was willing to take. "Please don't stop kissing me, Derek. Please don't let me go."
Thump. Thump. Thump.
There was so much hesitance. Conflicted, Derek stared back at me and all hope was gone. Eyes full of tears, I did the only thing I could do.
"I'm so sorry," I choked out. "Derek, please...I'm so sorry." It felt like he was crushing my chest with his silence. God, I'd been so stupid. "I'm sorry, believe me...please, believe me Derek."
I lowered my gaze. His was far too intense...and I wasn't strong enough.
"I do."
And just like that, the weight from my chest was removed. With a sharp breath I looked up at him, astounded by what I saw there. It's like he couldn't settle on a single emotion
"What?"
He swallowed, gripping my chin between his index finger and his thumb. "I believe you, Hannah."
"Do you really?" I whispered, blinking past the tears.
