Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
“You don’t think I feel the same? You don’t think I don’t bloody well need you either?” He wipes his thumbs beneath my eyes.
I look at him. Shake my head. How can he need me the way I need him?
“I do.” He steps closer, his body flat against mine. “It took everything I had to not follow you out that damn door. To stay and take pictures of that woman.”
“I would have gone,” I whisper. “If it were the other way around, I wouldn’t have been able to stay.”
“I stayed because I was made to.” He finishes his words with a firm kiss. The warmth from his mouth seeps through me from my lips to my toes. Every part of my body feels it.
“You don’t get it, do you?” I look up, my eyes wet. I can feel the sting every time I blink.
“Yes, I do. I get it.”
I wrap my arms around his wrists and pull them down. “No, you don’t. What if I get like this every time you shoot another woman? That happens, what, four times a week, at least? It’s been five days and I’m already falling apart over it. This isn’t normal.”
“And when you go for the Balfour shoot in two weeks? Then what, Liv? I know the guy shooting it. How do you think I’ll feel knowing you, my bitch, my girlfriend, my Liv, is on a beach in front of some other knobhead while he takes her picture?”
“I’m not shooting in two weeks.”
His lips curl up. “Yes, you are. Sheila just didn’t call you yet. You got the campaign. And while you’re on a beach in fucking Mexico in a fucking bikini in front of some fucking knob, I’m stuck here, waiting for you to get back.”
I can’t even be happy. I can’t be thrilled about getting the campaign. All I can hear is the thickness in his voice. The one he’s trying to hide.
“You are mine, Liv. Don’t ever doubt that. Every part of you is mine. And I’m yours. Every part of me is yours. Don’t doubt that either.”
I bury my face into his chest. He’s right. We belong to each other, even if it is in the most fucked-up way. In a way that makes no sense at all.
“I don’t doubt it,” I whisper into him. “I never doubt it. Not when I feel this way. I can’t. It’s impossible, Ty. I can’t not believe it.”
“Then listen to it. Please, baby girl. Please just fucking listen to it when I make you crazy.”
“You don’t make me crazy. Other people make me crazy.”
He laughs softly. His chest rumbles and vibrates beneath my cheek, and I find myself smiling a little. I love the sound of his laugh.
“I take offense at that. Don’t you know I wake up every morning and figure out a thousand ways to make you go crazy?” he asks, kissing the top of my head.
I squeeze his waist. “I can believe that. I have a question.”
“Have you calmed down now? Can we have a conversation without shouting?”
I nod. “I just needed to get the crazy out.”
Tyler pulls back and runs his hands up my body until they reach my face. “What is it?”
I swipe under my eyes, wiping away the remaining wetness, and look at him. “Why didn’t you tell me your sister was staying with you?”
A smirk tugs at his lips. “I didn’t want you to freak the hell out. Like you did when Day told you.”
I bite the inside of my lip. “It was a surprise.”
He laughs and releases me, heading toward my kitchen. “No shit. She wants to get away from London. I told her she could stay at my place for a few weeks. She’ll stay, go home for a couple weeks, then come back for the wedding.”
The wedding?
Oh, Aaron and Dayton’s. Right. Phew.
Little mind-jump there.
I follow him and sit at the table, bringing my feet up onto the chair and hugging my knees. “Do I have to meet her?”
“If you think you can avoid her, I’ll give you a medal.” He opens my cupboards one by one.
“Okay. I guess I’m resigning myself to the seriousness of our five-day-old relationship.”
His brown eyes shine with amusement. “I love how you think this just started.”
“It only just officially started. I’m going with official.”
“The day you walked into that damn shoot and didn’t fight me, you were mine. It’s been way longer than five measly fucking days.” He shuts the fridge and sighs, turning. “Do you have anything to cook in this place?”
My gaze flicks from side to side before finally finding his. “Um.” I chew the inside of my cheek and shrug in a way I hope is cute.
He fights his smile, shakes his head, and pulls out his phone. Muttering the word, “Dominos,” he holds the phone to his ear and grins at me.