The thick cargo shorts I was wearing didn't do much to hide my erection as I walked into the shower stall with Bella.
My fingers were trembling as I used my thumbs to wipe away the rest of the makeup that had been covering her true beauty.
"That's better. There's the girl I love," I whispered, not even realizing what I'd said until she looked up at me, her nails digging into my arms.
"You love me?" she gasped, tears melding with the water and streaming down her face.
Fuck…should have just kept my mouth shut.
Back home in Chicago I had been witness to Bella, aka, Marie, go through men like they were tissues.
At the first hint of any true feelings she would cut them loose like fish on a line.
Marie didn't do feelings.
But maybe Bella did.
"Of course I love you, pretty girl. How could I not? Even though it risked your life, and in turn mine, you refused to let innocent people die. The fact that you're hot as fuck doesn't hurt either," I said, wiggling my eyebrows at her to try and lighten the mood.
"How can you love someone who put your life in danger? I've been nothing but nasty to you from the moment you walked into my office. And do you know why I did that? Why I ignored you and paraded men in front of you? It was because I wanted you. I wanted your sweet green eyes to look at me like I was actually something to be treasured. My parents never even looked at me that way. But I knew you would. I knew being loved and cherished by you would change my life," she rambled, the moonshine helping to loosen her lips.
I knew she would be upset with herself come morning, but I would remind her that this was for the best.
Now that I knew how she really felt…there was no way I would let her go.
Aww! He loves her. And she wants him. And moonshine is apparently truth serum...but I wouldn't recommend drinking it. Cleaning your shotguns...yeah. But not drinking ;)
Tomorrow!