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.Instead, the room had been filled with a little bit of everything.All the furniture remained from Avery's room, plus a few extra pieces that Heather remembered belonging to her grandmother, Gloria.Boxes were stacked everywhere, and a saddle peeked out from under the bed.As she looked over the room, a bit of mirror on a vanity caught her attention.Her jaw dropped a fraction, and she moved through the cramped room toward it.Her heart started to pound as she came to recognize the vanity that had been in her room when she had last visited.She heaved boxes off the top of it until the mirror was fully exposed.The glass had a sky with big, white fluffy clouds lined in silver painted on and the words “Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining” right above them."You found the memory closet,” Tristan said from the door.Heather turned her head toward him, all feelings of anger temporarily forgotten.“Memory closet?""When Avery died, your grandfather packed everything of value here and shut the door.""This vanity isn't worth anything,” she whispered.Tristan shrugged and followed her path toward her side.He put his hands in his pockets and looked around.“To your grandfather it is.""I painted it,” she admitted, clearing her throat.“I did that when I was last here."Tristan looked at the small mural.“It's pretty good.""I used to love to paint.” She could feel his gaze on her, but she couldn't look away from the mirror.“I used to love to do a lot of stuff."A wealth of bitterness clawed from her heart, threatening to choke her."You don't anymore?""A lot of things changed after that summer,” she replied, turning away from the vanity mirror.He watched her like a hawk eyeing his prey, and a shiver ran down her spine."What happened to you? Was it your parents splitting up? Oh yes, I know,” he said at her surprised look.“After my leg healed, Avery hired me full time.I ate dinner every night in that kitchen, and Lincoln would talk."A surge of panic shot through her heart, making it stutter at the unexpected surge of adrenaline.“What else did he tell you?"Tristan cocked his head, studying her.“Your father abandoned you and your mom, making her ask Lincoln for money to survive.She died not too long after that.""Breast cancer at forty-three.My dad couldn't even be bothered to come to the funeral,” she replied with a tinge of sadness echoing through her words.She allowed herself one moment to think of her mother before she cleared her throat and squared her shoulders.“She belongs with this room of forgotten memories."He reached out and took her hand.“It's okay to remember, Heather.Everything needs to be grieved."She yanked her hand back, fury filling her, choking her.“When my grandfather dies, I'm going to take everything in this room and burn it."Tristan stiffened, the tenderness in his face and body disappearing in an instant.“Why do ya gotta be like this? Every time someone shows you a bit of kindness or friendship, you throw a wall up.""What does it matter if I have a wall up or not? We're not exactly friends, Tristan."He sighed.“I want to be your friend, Heather."She crossed her arms.“I'll be your lover.I'll be your sex kitten and play all kinds of dirty little games.But don't ask me to be your friend."Tristan stared at her for a minute, and she could see a thousand different emotions sweeping across his face.Everything from pity to hate to acceptance all blended together, and she knew in that instant he would accept her proposal, though he may not have known it yet himself.He wanted her.She could feel it every time he approached her.And she wanted him too.Tristan had always been in the back of her mind, a teenage fantasy, and here they were, twenty years older and able to act on those old feelings.She dropped her arms and stepped closer to him, sliding her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, pushing her breasts against his hard chest.The flame that always existed between them leaped to life.She heard his breath quicken.Beneath her palms, she felt his chest rise and fall quickly as his heart hammered.He grabbed her arms, halting her, staring at her with an equal mixture of lust and hate.She wet her lips with her tongue.That little gesture made him capitulate.He groaned low in his throat and hauled her into his body.One hand curved around the back of her head, holding her steady as he dominated her mouth with his.The kiss wasn't soft; it gave no quarter.It demanded, it took.Desire swept over her, wiping out everything.Her world narrowed to focus on him, his rage and his appetite.He pushed her against the wall as his lips trailed down her neck.He pushed her shirt up, his fingertips brushing lightly over her skin, traveling upward until he reached her breasts.She hissed and arched her back, thrusting more into his hands.He moved the bra up to expose her, his thumb flicking lightly over her nipples.When he tried to move his mouth to them, her clothing got in the way.Impatiently, he swept the shirt and bra over her head, throwing them carelessly on the floor somewhere behind them."You drive me crazy,” he muttered, just before his mouth fastened on her right nipple.His right hand started kneading her left breast, his fingers rolling the taut nipple.Heather threw her head back, her body tensing at the unbelievable sensations radiating up from her groin.Tristan was a man possessed.His other hand moved to her legs, pushing them wide to fit his body between them.His hand swiped over her overly sensitive pussy, causing her to jump in surprise from the friction of the rough material pushing back.Impatiently he unzipped her jeans, pushing them down her legs before picking up her naked body to hold against his.Heather felt her juices start to run as one hand slid between them, a finger sliding deep within [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]