DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

Oh. So, his father hadn’t even bothered to speak to him,
to ask what happened, why it happened or how his son was
even doing.
I snuggled deeper into his embrace and slid my hand
into his, the one on my hip. I squeezed his fingers. “I'm
sorry.”
He expelled a long breath. “I’m not. He deserved every
punch I threw at him. I think I broke his nose. Nobody
makes my Lila cry. No one. I won’t fucking allow it.” He
slurred his words a bit. Yeah, he was definitely a little
drunk.
My eyes filled with tears. I didn’t peg myself to be an
emotional person, but Maddox made me feel so many
things at once.
Sorrow… fear… anguish… hopelessness…
My heart thudded in my chest
“Maddox?”
“Um, yeah?”
“I love you,” I whispered.
His arm flexed around my hips. “I know.” His hold
tightened around me in the slightest bit. His lips feathered
over my forehead in a whisper of a kiss, before he placed
his cheek on top of my head again. “I love you, too.”
It wasn’t the first time we had said those words to each
other but my heart danced in my chest. Without lifting my
head, I brought my hand up, showing him my pinky.
“Friends?”
Maddox hooked his pinky around mine, and I could feel
his smile without even having to look at him.
“Friends,” he said.
My eyes closed, and I fell asleep to the sound of his
heartbeat.