My Aussie Guy - Liz Lovelock Page 0,51

been wreaking havoc on my ribcage over the last few minutes.

“Of course not. This is just so scary.” I peek over the edge like I have a hundred times already. Standing here for what feels like an eternity is really unnerving. I need to do this and get it over and done with.

“Consider this a leap of faith into our relationship. You’re my girl, Elsie. Jump with me.”

Tingles spread from the top of my head and down to my toes. He always knows the right words to say.

I release a heavy breath. “Okay, let’s do this.”

“That’s my girl.”

I stare at him and his big, goofy grin that has my girly parts all in a twist. I ready myself on the edge again.

Aiden stands beside me, gripping my trembling hand. “Okay… one, two, three.”

It’s like something else takes over, and I jump off the rock and scream the entire way down. Seconds later, my body crashes into the water. Swimming back to the surface, my head lifts up and I search for Aiden. He’s already swimming over to me.

“How was it?” he asks.

“Exhilarating and refreshing,” I breathe. My body’s still shaking, and my breath has left me, but it’s one experience I won’t forget.

I make my way to the shallow water, and as soon as my feet touch the sand, I’m pulled into Aiden’s arms. His lips are against mine in seconds.

“I love you,” he says between kisses.

“I love you, too.”

I mean every word.

I don’t know what will happen when it’s time for him to leave, but I do know that right now, in this moment, he holds my heart, and I’ll probably follow him all over the country if I have to.

I’m his firecracker, and he’s my Aussie guy.

Thank you so much for reading My Aussie Guy. I hope you love Elsie and Aiden as much as I do.

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My Forbidden Guy (My Guy Series Book 3)

Chapter One

Paislee

“Hey, what are you thinking about?”

Lifting my head off Dane’s chest, I stare into his beautiful chocolate-swirl eyes and run my fingers through his now longish hair. This man takes my breath away.

Dane’s hand meets my cheek briefly then brushes some stray sandy-blonde strands away from my face.

“I was thinking about when we first met.” I smile. His touch causes my heart to skip a beat.

Dane chuckles. “You acted like this stuttering little schoolgirl.”

I recall the memory when he came to our house for the first time and Parker introduced us. I was such an embarrassment.

I smack his bare chest while laughing. “Shut up!”

Dane becomes silent as his eyes bore into mine. “You captured my heart the moment Parker introduced us. All I can say is that I’m glad you didn’t give up on us, even if it meant keeping things from Parker.” Tightness pulls at my chest, and it’s not a good one.

Parker still doesn’t know, and we’ve both agreed it’s best if we don’t tell him. And now, here I am, lying in Dane’s bed, with my brother down the hall.

I open my mouth to respond when voices echo outside Dane’s door. Our heads whip around when the voices become louder.

“He should be up by now,” Parker yells down the hallway.

Before I can manage to scramble up and out of bed, Dane sits up. His hands push my side, and he shoves me off the bed like one would do to dirty clothes. The wind leaves my lungs as I hit the carpeted floor hard. I go to stand and give him a piece of my mind when his door flies open, so I press my body as close to the bed as I can in an attempt to hide.

Thankfully, whoever is at the door will not be able to see me from where they’re currently standing. I’m wedged between the wall and the bed. I can’t say I’ve ever been tossed from the bed like I was nothing before.

To be honest, it doesn’t sit right with me.

We should come clean about our relationship to Parker.

It’s the right thing to do—for Parker and for us.

It’s past time.

These last couple of months and all this sneaking around have been fun, but I think we’re heading into the more serious part of our friendship. Or is it a relationship? I have no idea. You’d think we’re officially a couple, only we’re not. For some reason, we have been avoiding that conversation like the plague.

Now, here I am, hiding