Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 19

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Imove my eyes wy from him, knowing I had been staring for too long i bit into my plump bottom lip to suppress a smile. “Your promises don’t count Cross.

From my peripheral vision, I whis head whip to face me for a second only to draw back to the road. “My promises are my word Bella. Carved into store that cannot be lifted and broken.”

I grip my bag, hoping he hadn’t noticed m. y nervous habit when he turns to face me again, this time lingering his eyes a little longer than last. “When I promise something, I mean it with every fiber of m y being.”

There was something hidden in his tone. Something deep that he had buried. And a SI took a quick peek at him from the corner of my eye. I observed how lost he looked. He seemed to be in his head, gaze going cloudy.

“Nice mutfie.” His voice brought #backt

thoughts of me jumping out of the maving truck just to get away from the cuibarrassment

I was very thankful that he didn’t mock mm e like normal guys at his age would. But However, Halden was far from normal

I looked down at my ripped jeans and black t-shirt with the word fearless printed on it in bold cursive letters. I lit my head to give him a side-eye, rolling in y eyes as I spoke. “Well, I didn’t have ani. asshole dirtying me today so._…” I drawled, smiling slightly when he chuckles.

“I apologized for that didn’t 1?’ He faked a confused look, brows drawing together as one of his hands come to rub his chini n thought

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a conversation with Haiden selt normal. Like we were long lose friends, catching up on some good old times. Hut we weren’t We were Certainly not

conversing with him, case my usual tense for

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you staring inside my Four princess, so I just presumed that it’s the only view

with a tiny hint of a smile on my lace

the corner of my eye, I saw how relaxed h e seemed to be. So different from how he painted himself

for a quick second Thought he hadn’t

the man’t the right time to

he cold mistaken as steel. The Crown on his face sketched his features so differently than before that I questioned

threatened to