“Then I wouldn’t have Andrew, either and he’s everything to me.”
He pulled back and I looked up at him to see why.
“What about me?” His green eyes stared at me with intensity. Not angry or hurt intensity, but something else I was too afraid to acknowledge. “If I hadn’t met you at the bar and taken your virginity—”
I sucked in my lips to hide my smile.
“You wouldn’t have me,” he finished.
I looked up at him, surprised. “I don’t have you.”
“Ah, Serena, but you do.” His smile was so sweet as he tipped his head and brushed his lips over mine. I must be dreaming, I thought. But in case I wasn’t, I gripped his shirt.
“You told my mother you loved me,” he murmured against my lips.
“I do, Devin. I really do.”
“It would really tick her off to know that she helped me see that while what you did was wrong and hurtful, that you did it out of unconditional love and devotion for Andrew. I don’t like being the collateral damage from that, but I admire you for what you’re willing to do for him.”
“It would be easier to stand up to her with you around,” I said, trying not to get my hopes up too much that he was reconciling with me. Perhaps I was misreading all this.
“Then, I should stick around. Do you want me to?”
“Yes. So much. Is this real or am I dreaming?”
He laughed. “It’s not a dream.”
I stared up into beautiful green eyes, hoping beyond hope all this was true. “Do you want me?” I felt stupid for asking but I needed to hear the words.
He kissed me lightly. “I want you, Serena.”
I smiled.
“I’ve always wanted you. It broke my heart when you didn’t come with me to Europe.”
Guilt gripped my gut. “I’m—”
“No. Don’t say anything. I know why you didn’t come. I just want you to know, despite what my mother says, that I’ve always been drawn to you. For me, it’s real and true with you.”
“I don’t deserve you. But I want you.”
“Just don’t lie to me again and we’ll be fine.”
“That won’t be a problem.” Then because I felt I could, I kissed him back, firm and thorough. He groaned and I felt his dick thicken against my belly.
“Just one more thing,” he said.
I jerked back, afraid of what he might say.
“Please don’t tell my mother about our sex life.”
I furrowed my brows in confusion.
“You told her you were a virgin when we met.”
I felt my cheeks heat “I guess I did. I wanted her to know you were the only one who could be the father.”
“When I met Andrew, I remember being jealous of the man who impregnated you. Then I wondered what sort of asshole would abandon you.”