My Unforgivable Mate novel Chapter 76

I turn to see my father still there before I step in, the door shuts a second more as I'm taking my heels off shrinking in size. "You look a little too dolled up to be just dropped off," I mean he is just a tank top and grey joggers.

"I just need a hug right now." I move a step closer.

"Of course," his arms spread and I walk right into them warping my own around his neck, like the last time he warps his arms around my waist pulling me closer. I bury my head into him taking in the warmth of his skin. "Is everything okay?" He breaths into the nook of my neck.

I nod holding on so I don't fall apart.

There's no shame, no guilt, no worry, nothing. I tip toe and my littler legs are lifted off the ground, to ensures I don't fall at any given time I warp my legs around his wait. I just rejected my mate, I shouldn't be in the arms of another. Yet here I am, and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

"Thank you Tomas," I mumble. "For being so patient with me." It doesn't take a genius to see the way Tomas looks at you. My own fathers words and my heart does a cartwheel. I want to say more, tell him that he is the only willing candidate, and I'm grateful but the words melt on my tongue.

We start to move and I let my eyes open to see we're going in the direction of the living room which is dimly lit, was he already in here? When we stop I pull away letting myself slide down. Pulling my skirt down I sit before lying down.

Tomas lifts my legs putting himself underneath them, I open my mouth to ask if I disturbed him and I end up rambling about tonight. I tell him about the conversation at the table and then move on to the rejection and how Malic cried. He fucking cried!

Whilst I talk with my eyes fixated on the ceiling, I feel the absent tender circles Tomas keeps making on me knees. I get distracted, forgetting what I'm supposed to say or fumbling over my own words, all because of his touch.

Finally I sit up to ask the first question I was supposed to when I sat. "I'm not distributing you am I? I know how I came unannounced and all, for the second time now."

"I don't mind the company." He lets his hand rest, I watch him scan me. "You kinda look like a business woman."

"Yeah?" I Look down at my outfit. "What makes you say that?"

"The shirt, the skirt, all you need is glasses and a red lip and you set." I try ignoring the fact his eyes lingered on my lips.

"Mhmm," he chuckles. "Do I make you nervous?"

"No." I rush my answer out.

"You make me nervous," he admits, "you'll never tell because I can always keep my cool," I roll my eyes to his response, "but my heartbeat is one thing I can't control." He doesn't say more so I take it he wants me to listen to his heart?

I do, seeing that his heart is playing jump rope. I miss a breath catching him once again looking at my lips, by impulse I lick them. If he wants to kiss me that bad, he should just do it, what is he waiting for a signal? Do I need to like do something to tell him it's okay?

He missed his last chance after our movie, but then again, I don't know if I would be okay with him kissing me back then. I don't even know why I'm even think about kissing him, what has gotten into me?!

He leans in making my look up form his lips to his eyes, I need to remember how to breath and I need to keep breathing or I'll pass out. "What happens if I kiss you?" His voice has lowered into something soft.