Trapped (Bullied Book 4) (Bullied Series) by Vera Hollins (romance novel chinese novels .TXT) 📕

“You know I’m addicted to your kisses, right?” I told him as I started my car.

“You know I’m addicted to you, right?” His sensual voice did something strange to my core.

I giggled as I pulled out of the parking lot. “Now I do. How was your session?”

“As usual, boring as fuck but necessary. She was glad to hear about you. She thinks I’ll be able to deal with my PTSD symptoms more easily now that you’re by my side. Support and all that.” I truly hoped so. I wanted to be of help to him. “And how was your session?”

“It was okay. I like talking to Susan.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Because she always makes me feel calmer and closer to accepting myself the way I am.” I smiled and accelerated, passing the car in front of us. “She’s satisfied with my progress.”

He placed his hand over mine on the gear stick. “I love the way you are,” he said gently, and I glanced at him. There was longing and a slight hint of regret in his expression. “I wish I could erase my insults and fix the damage, but as I told you, that’s not possible. So, I’ll show you each day how special and beautiful you are. I really don’t care how much you weigh. I just want you happy.”

I smiled at him, wishing I could pull him into a crushing hug. “I know. I mean, it still feels a bit unusual since you called me fat until recently, but you can compensate by telling me how pretty I am and how much you love me a hundred times a day.” I winked.

He laughed. “That’s nothing. Let’s make it three hundred times.”

“Three hundred and fifty times.”

“Deal.” I giggled, and he planted a quick kiss on my cheek. “You were never ugly or fat to me. If you could only see yourself the way I see you, I’m sure you’d never doubt yourself again.”

“I bet all you see are my big boobs and butt,” I joked.

He chuckled. “I can’t deny that. They’re sexy as hell.” He stroked my hair, running his fingers through the strands slowly.

“Hey, you’re distracting me.”

“I love distracting you,” he said in his sexy, low voice, which sent a shot of pleasure through my belly. He didn’t stop teasing me the rest of our ride, and I was almost tempted to pull over and have him kiss me again and again long before we reached our destination.

There was still enough light when I parked at the same spot as the last time, a few feet away from the sunflower field sign, and I could see everything I hadn’t been able to that night.

The whole area was decorated by vivid wildflowers, and the trees in the distance had just started to leaf. It was a peaceful view. I jumped out of the car and skipped over to the edge of the field, mesmerized by the budding nature and the darkening colors of the sky. The earthy fragrance was overpowering, widening the smile on my face.

“Jessie?”

“Yes?” I turned around, and he snapped a photo of me with his new iPhone.

His eyes warmed as he looked at the image. He smiled. “Perfect.”

Giggling, I ran to him and wound my arms around his neck. He’d been taking photos of me every day. “You are perfect. But won’t you get bored of taking my picture? You already have so many of them.”

He grinned. “Are you complaining?”

I bit my lip as my smile stretched. “Not at all.” I kissed him and gave myself over to the warmth that blossomed in me each time our lips connected. His lips were soft, so soft, creating music with mine in my mind, an uplifting song that talked about two lovers finally united in light.

When I pulled away, we were both dazed and panting. He hugged me and put my head on his chest, letting me soak in his closeness.

“I’m so happy, Blake,” I whispered as I looked at the vacant field that would soon be full of beautiful sunflowers. It would change. Just like Blake and me.

“Me too. I’m happier than I ever thought I would be. Hell, I never thought I’d be happy to begin with.”

I raised my head to look at him. “But here we are. We went through hell, but we’ve survived, and now we have each other.”

He cupped my cheek and laced his other hand in my hair. “It’s strange. I never thought I would have this, and now that I do…”

“Yes?”

“I want to protect it at all costs.” He took my hand and pulled me to my car. “There’s something I want to tell you.”

We sat on the hood next to each other. A bird chirped in the distance, adding to the peaceful melody of nature with no cars passing to ruin it.

“I wasn’t afraid of death. After Emma died, I didn’t have any other reason to live except my revenge, and I thought if I died, it would be okay. I would be free of trauma and pain. But in that house, with you next to me, I was afraid to die for the first time. I was afraid to leave you, and my last thought before I passed out was how I wished I could see you again.”

A bittersweet feeling crushed my chest. I interlaced my fingers with his. I would never forget that moment, the shine in his eyes as he told me he loved me before the current of death dragged him away.

“I got a second chance at life, and I don’t want to waste a second of it. I don’t want to lose you. I want to see you. Your smile. Your beautiful eyes. Want to hear your sweet laughter. Your songs. I want all that and so much more, which is why I’ve decided to accept admission to Columbia. I want to go to New York with you.”

My pulse doubled. I grabbed him by his forearms, ready to squeal and jump in excitement. “Really?”

He