บททั้งหมดของ Kiss It Better: บทที่ 321 - บทที่ 330

I hop in the luxury vehicle and open up a map of the area on my phone, searching for nearby streets that start with M. Dammit, Darren. There are five M streets within walking distance.Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I turn the car on and adjust the seat to fit my six-foot-four-inch frame. It’s been a while since I’ve driven in the US, but I’ve driven in dozens of other countries. The only real difference is which side of the road you can drive on.Fifteen minutes later, I'm on the third street, Martin avenue. The rain picked up almost as soon as I pulled out of the driveway, causing my heart rate to spike. The need to get to Zarina and make sure she's safe is riding me hard. I have no real reason to think she's in danger, but I still don't like the fact that she's been waiting for a ride for over an hour.I almost don’t see the woman walking along the sidewalk with her arms wrapped around herself. She’s shivering, and the closer I get, I recognize her as Zarina. I slow down and pull

I stare at the Portugal travel book I got last month, trying for the tenth time this hour to concentrate. I end up rereading the same paragraph five times and then give up, slamming the book shut.It’s been three days of Finn taking up every single one of my thoughts. I’ve been trying to avoid him, mostly because I’m afraid he’ll see the effect he has on me. His very presence sends waves of nervousness and arousal crashing into me, nearly drowning me each time those intense brown eyes lock on mine.I can’t stop thinking about our car ride on Monday night or the way he tucked me into his side when we stepped into the house. I felt every one of his defined muscles pressed up against me, the heat of his skin branding mine.But that’s not all.More than his sexy, sculpted body, fierce eyes, and well-kept, rugged beard, it’s him. It’s the questions he asked me that night, the way he not only listened to me but demanded my answers. When’s the last time someone was desperate to know anything

When Finn reaches out for my hand, a warmth spreads throughout my body and I can't help the shy smile tugging at my lips. I want to be his good girl. I'm not used to getting attention by obeying, but every time I follow his command, I'm rewarded with a compliment or a smile. I wonder what other ways he could reward me.Stop! I try to tell my brain to get it together, but it’s no use. Not when Finn slips his hand in mine and leads me over to the window.I squint at first, the bright sunlight hitting my eyes with overwhelming intensity.“Are you okay, minha borboleta?”“Um yeah. I’m a little light sensitive,” I mumble. “A fun side effect of heterochromia.”“Heterochromia,” Finn repeats, almost as if he’s savoring this information about me. “Your eyes?” I nod. He hums and reaches around me, closing the sheer curtain just enough to diffuse the light. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Is this better?”I stare at him for a second, wondering once again if this is some kind of joke. My dad has never

The rest of the wedding goes by in a blur. I got some good shots of the couple, and of course the kiss, but my main focus was on Zarina. As I made my way around the chapel, getting different angles and adjusting my camera, her eyes found mine. She somehow looked right through the lens, down into the depths of my being. I know she was thinking the same thing I was. She wanted it to be us on stage, promising to love each other forever.The reception is in full swing now. The change of location brought with it a surge of guests who were only invited to the after party, so to speak. I've learned over the last week that Darren has a lot of important connections in the business world and Miriam has a growing taste for living the high life of a New York City socialite. As such, they decided to have a smaller ceremony and save the ridiculously fancy shit for the rest of their esteemed guests.Seriously, we had a seven-course meal followed by cake and plenty of alcohol, though I haven't had a

I don’t know how long I stay huddled up on the floor, but eventually, I uncurl myself and stand up on trembling legs. Looking at the clock on the wall, I see almost an hour and a half has gone by since I left the wedding. And there’s still no sign of Finn.Did he go home with the sophisticated, leggy blonde? Is he with her right now? Did I really mean so little to him?Of course, I did. I’ve never meant anything to anyone, why would he be any different?I stumble forward, ready to burn this damn dress and hide under the covers, but then the back door swings open.“Zarina!” Finn bellows as he slams the door shut.Excitement, anger, and lust roar through me at the sound of his voice. He’s upset. Good. I am, too.“Get your ass over here right now, little girl. You ran away from me.”He noticed I left?“I’m not fucking around,” he warns, the deep, dark tone slicing through me and making me soak my panties. I’m turned on, angry, jealous, and heartbroken. I don’t know what to do with these