Unbroken Rules (Rules 3)

Disappointment fills his gaze.

“Yes.”

He frowns.

“God, I don’t know.” I rest my coffee on the counter and prop my face between my hands. He laughs. I hear him put down his coffee, too. Next thing I know, he’s removed my hands from my eyes. His tall frame towers over me, so close my knees threaten to fail me.

“Haze, we’re still broken up.” The words come out in a whisper.

“I know. But we slept in the same bed last night, didn’t we?”

“I told you, it doesn’t change anything.”

“Okay? Then, what is this? A pause?” He arches an eyebrow. “You’re putting our breakup on hold whenever you feel like it?”

I snap. “You know what? You’re damn right I am. I’m putting this on pause because I can’t lose you and my dad at the same time. I just can’t, okay?” I try and walk past him.

He reaches for my wrist, tugging me back to him. Our eyes collide.

“You never lost me.”

Argh. Too many emotions.

“You know what I mean.” I attempt to walk around him once more, but he steps in my way.

“So, let me get this straight, you’re not ready to talk about us, but you still want me to stick around?”

Why is he pushing this?

“Yes. I can’t be with you, and I can’t be without you. I can’t deal with you being here, and I can’t deal with you being gone. You happy?”

His eyes light up as if everything’s just become clear.

“We’re allowed to put this on pause, then?”

“Absolutely,” I declare.

“Great.”

My heart loses its shit when he backs me up against the counter with one step and crashes his lips to mine.

His fingers slip through my hair, and I kiss him back so quickly I feel him smile in victory. He knows what he does to me. Cheeky bastard. He sweeps me into his arms effortlessly and plants me on the kitchen island. He positions himself between my legs, and I’m all over him within seconds. I hate how fast he’s got my body begging for his touch.

“I love you,” he rasps between kisses. “I don’t care how long it takes. I’m not giving up on us.”

I’m at a loss for words.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just needed you to know.”

With my heart beating a thousand miles per hour, I offer him a thankful smile. Truth is, I wouldn’t have said it back. I couldn’t have, and I don’t know that I will anytime soon. He kisses me slow and hard again. My head is spinning in circles when he…

“Sorry to interrupt.”

We jump.

Will.

He’s smirking, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. I hustle down the kitchen island as fast as I possibly can and smooth down my wrinkled clothes.