“Yeah, you are. All of you. You’re my Sylvie.”
I sucked in a breath and held it even as I felt every inch of my skin tingle.
He leaned back, scowling at me then he looked away.
Tearing a hand through his hair, he muttered, “Jacked. Even sick. Totally f**kin’ illegal.”
“What?” I whispered and his eyes cut back to me.
“Do not go on another date with Jason Dixon.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because it means something to me.”
I pulled in another breath and looked away.
“Sylvie,” he called and I looked back. “Promise me.”
I clenched my teeth. Then I nodded.
“Is that a promise?” he pushed.
“Yeah,” I bit out.
He stared at me and I stared back.
We did this a long time.
He broke the silence.
“Dad would be pissed.”
“About what?” I asked.
His striking blue eyes moved the length of me and my skin started tingling again.
Then they locked on mine.
“He’d be pissed at me… wishing away the years.”
With that, he left, slamming the door behind him.
I stared at the door and realized I was breathing heavily.
Then I closed my eyes tight wondering what on earth all that was about.
I opened them and forced myself to get ready for bed.
But I did not sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Issues with My Man Being a Badass
Present day…
I walked into the bedroom and saw Creed in my bed, up on a forearm looking both pissed and sleepy.