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Love Means More by A. F. Zoelle
A Good Bad Idea Story, Book 2
August “Augie” Murphy
Our impromptu staring contest ended when he stood up and walked over to me. I could barely breathe as he stood close and gazed down at me with genuine desire. For once in my life, I had the good sense not to say a damn word and ruin everything.
He reached out and cupped my face in his large hands, his gaze never leaving mine. His voice was soft as he told me, “I wanted to pretend to be your boyfriend because I feared I’d never have a chance for real. I swear I wasn’t doing it to fuck with your feelings, Augie. I’m sorry I was too much of a coward to admit what I really wanted. One night of make-believe was the best I thought I could do.”
Was he serious? I stared at him in stunned disbelief. “What?”
“I denied my feelings for a long time, because I didn’t understand them. But I don’t want to run away from you anymore. I want to kiss you again. I want to explore every centimeter of you as I make you moan and claim you as mine. This isn’t about only one night or a quick fling. I want all of you forever, Augie.”
They were words I had hoped to hear but never thought he would utter, let alone mean. The pessimist in me feared it was too good to be true and needed reassurance. “Only me?”
“There’s no one else I have ever wanted more than you.” He brushed his thumbs against my cheeks with so much gentleness that it almost broke me. “I want you and only you. You never have to doubt that.”
My stupid mouth said before I could stop it, “But I’m not a woman.”
“No, you most definitely are not.” His lips quirked into a grin. “You’re you, and that’s the thing I love about you most of all.”
He leaned in slowly, giving me the opportunity to reject him if I wanted to. When I didn’t pull back, he kissed me with a devastating sweetness that melted my heart. The affection conveyed almost brought tears to my eyes at its perfection. As often as I had longed for fiery make-out sessions with Ambrose, that tenderness was what I yearned for more than anything else.
“If you can be patient with me, I’m willing to learn,” he promised. “After all, if Lucien and Rhys can figure this out, we can, too.”
I could have laughed at his competitive streak kicking in, but I didn’t. “Do you honestly think you could learn to love me?”
His broad hands slid down the curve of my spine, sending shivers through me. “I learned that lesson a long time ago. Let me show you how much.”
How could I say no?
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