Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

looked at him. And what was there to say? Hey, I don’t know what’s going on
with me, but I’m having lots of feelings for you which revolve around
fascination, desire, and bone-chilling fear. I’m an unfiltered person, but even I
know that would be too much.
I want to kiss Ren and push him away. I want a bath and a bike ride. I need a
night alone and a weekend with my friends.
I’m coming unhinged.
He catches up to me. “Can I follow you to your place?”
“You want to follow me?”
His cheeks turn red. “That came out wrong. I wanted to come with you but
drive my own car, and let you drive yours. Because it’s your first time going
back to your place since…everything happened. I was going to offer to just do a
walk-through, make sure you feel safe.”
Buh-bye somersaults. Now my stomach’s graduated to back handsprings. I
grip my cane so hard my knuckles ache. “Well, that’s really thoughtful of you.
But I was going to pick up Pazza first from Lorena. Echo Park’s even more out
of your way. That’ll make for a late night.”
“I figured you’d want to go get Pazza,” he says without missing a beat. “It’ll
help you feel safer to have her there. And no, I don’t mind the drive. I need some
quiet in the car after days with the hooligans, anyway.”
He takes a step closer. “Please, Frankie? It’ll give me peace of mind, too.”
His hair rustles in the wind, unruly and backlit by the glow of the practice
facility. Those wintry eyes sparkle beneath long sable lashes, tipped with auburn.
How do you say no to someone as beautiful as Ren Bergman?
Especially when he’s even more beautiful on the inside.
I don’t know. He’s got a heart of gold but buns of steel. It’s a toss-up which
is better.
“Okay,” I say on a sigh.
His hand reaches and squeezes mine, then gently releases it before I even
process what he’s done. My palm burns from that fleeting contact, as last night’s
touch rushes to the forefront of my memory.
Without a word, he slips my bag off my shoulder and soldiers ahead of me.
Dragging my feet the whole way to my car, I follow Ren, who holds open
my door, merrily sets my bag in the trunk, then double taps it like some chipper
bellhop.
He rushes over to his van which is parked right next to mine and waves me
to go first. I decide to turn on my audiobook, since book club meets soon, and I
am way behind on Sense and Sensibility.
It’s not my favorite Austen. There’s something about the story that makes