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

bad days; I want your tears and your laughter. Give it all to
me, Lila. Be my girlfriend.”
She returned my kiss with a fierce one of her own,
before she pulled away, just enough to whisper the words,
“What if we go back to hating each other?”
I grinned down at her. “Then, we’ll just hate fuck.
Problem solved.”
Her brows furrowed, and she tensed beneath me. “I
can’t hate you. My heart won’t allow me. Even if you break
me one day, I won’t be able to hate you. That terrifies me,
Maddox.”
“Lila,” I murmured, feathering my lips across her cheek.
“Lila… Baby, can you stop overthinking for one minute?
Just for a minute. Tell me what you want.”
Her forehead creased with a tensed line. I kissed down
her throat, and she gave me an involuntarily shudder. Her
throat bobbed, as she swallowed hard, then my kiss
whispered over the throbbing veins on the side of her neck,
feeling her heartbeat against my lips. “Stop overthinking.”
My head lowered to her chest; her bare tits were a very
tempting sight. The white and pink jagged lines between
the two heavy mounds called to me. I lightly touched her
scars with my mouth, kissing her past away with silent
promises.
I knew Lila was scared of feeling too much, scared of
losing the people who mattered to her. She kept her heart
locked in a silver cage behind her chest, like an Ice Queen.
Too late, though, I had already broken through her
barriers. I just needed her to accept it now.
Lila whimpered the moment my lips touched her scars,
her nails digging into my shoulders, and I groaned at the
sharp sting. “Don’t,” she said, letting out a soft cry. “It’s
ugly. Stop, Maddox.”
My sweet, sweet Lila. Fierce and fragile. She wasn’t
weak; she was never weak. But she was vulnerable.