He’s letting me make the decision about what I want to do. “You better not have gotten eaten by a fucking bear, dude.”

I freeze at the sound of Santana’s voice, followed by Jess’s. Vale comes closer and threads his fingers through my hair, tipping my head back and devouring me whole with a groaning kiss, his shaft hardening once again between us. My hands wring together in front of me, my heart begging for me to take a chance. “If you believe that, then trust what I feel.” It means you have a heart and a conscience and the capacity to feel.” I suck in a breath, caught off guard by his show of insecurity. “Someone who doesn’t have panic attacks in the shower.” If I’m moving fast, it’s only because I’m worried someone will steal you out from under me.” He swallows. I know what I want and need-and it’s you. I’ve been in a few short relationships that didn’t have a fucking speck of the magic we make. “I’ve lived a lot of life in my thirty-two years, Lula.” His voice is firm. I don’t want you to regret settling down so fast-” “I just think you should take some time to make sure this is what you want.

The girl her mother calls a “chubby hippie” when she thinks no one can hear.

To fling caution to the wind and believe this could be real. There’s a clattering of hope in my chest, but I’m apprehensive about trusting it. I found my woman and I’m not fucking around.” “I don’t know what puts these doubts in your head, but I meant what I said. You can’t just…you shouldn’t just make hasty decisions-” “I mean…you haven’t even started living your new life as a discharged SEAL. “You…are you sure you don’t want to explore your options?”īlue eyes grow sharp. “Vale,” I breathe, scooting out from beneath him and sitting up, covering my breasts with one arm.

Step Stalker by Jessa Kane