(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
Oh, his lips felt perfect on mine. The tenderness in that one kiss destroyed all possible doubt present, it cradled my heart and wrapped it up in its love. It was gentle and teasing; a taste of what he'd do had we not been surrounded by people. I placed my hands on his chest as he held me up, my knees buckling at the passion the simple kiss held.
Everything was perfect; I wanted nothing else but to give into him completely, be his in every sense of the word. I knew he belonged to me also.
His grip on my waist tightened as we broke off the kiss, remembering that we weren't alone. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting the moment to end, wanting to keep replaying the moment in my mind. It'd been so perfect, so real and loving...he'd won over my heart once again with the sweet action.
"I've been wanting to do that so long," Derek whispered. I felt his piercing eyes on me, the lust in them evident as I opened my own. "I've wanted nothing but to kiss you, Hannah."
"What does this mean for us?" I asked.
What did it mean?
Were we a couple?
Were we back together already?
Or would we wait and see what happened-without labels, without an official relationship?
"I'm not sure," Derek admitted, running his thumb over my heated cheeks. "All I know is I want you with me, and I don't care what we have to work through...I know we can do it."
I wasn't sure what I wanted. I loved him. I always had, and I knew I always would, but how could I allow myself to love so freely when love had broken me? When love turned its back on me and shattered my hopes and dreams?
Derek saw my torn expression and smiled tenderly, placing another small kiss on my lips. "We can take our time, Hannah. No pressure."
"I don't want us to hurt each other again," I replied, kissing the palm of his hand. "We've been through so much and...we have the girls. They need us to be happy."
He kissed my forehead, breathing me in and holding me tight against him. "I'll be happy as long as you're by my side." He spoke quietly, looking straight into my eyes as he did so. Now that he held me close I knew there was no way he was ever letting me go.
After dancing for a few more minutes, Derek introduced me to the many people there-all of them curious to know who I was. No one questioned what we were, and I was thankful because frankly, I didn't know either. Everyone was sweet and eager to know me and ask questions.
I knew he kept his distance from Lisa for me, because he didn't want me to feel uncomfortable, but it was his. I wanted him to enjoy it to the fullest, and I knew that meant being around Lisa.
Placing a kiss on his cheek, I got Derek's attention. "What is it?"
"We should go say hi to Lisa." My suggestion made him smile.
