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stand between
her legs. Her hand slid up from his chest to his neck, stopping briefly over
his pulse point before moving to his jaw.
    “Don’t say that,”
Tommas murmured. “You can’t hate us, Ella.”
    “It’s not the same
thing.”
    “Isn’t it? All the
things you just said make exactly what we are, babe.”
    Abriella’s thumb
swept a tender line over his cheek. “I miss you.”
    Tommas’ tension
drifted away with those words. “The apartment feels empty.”
    He released her
chin to grab onto her wrist. His fingers curled around hers, stopping the
stroking motion to his cheek. Holding her hand tight to keep her still, Tommas
used his free hand to ghost the tips of his fingers over her frowning lips.
    “I wish you
wouldn’t do that,” Tommas said.
    “I don’t know what
you’re talking about.”
    “Frown, Ella. When
you’re with me, you should never be sad or angry.”
    Abriella sighed
shakily. “Why do you do that, Tommy? Why do you have to say things like that
when I’m sad and angry with you? It’s not fair.”
    She batted his
hand away from her face.
    “And that, too,”
Abriella added, forcing his hand down between them and not allowing him to
touch her.
    “What?”
    “When you touch
me, I go fucking stupid. I want more. I want you to keep touching me. I forget
about all the reasons why I don’t want you to touch me, and everything you did
that made me so angry with you. I didn’t come here tonight for this, Tommy.
It’s not fair at all because you know what you do.”
    Tommas chuckled.
“You’ve never played fair with me, babe. What makes you think I won’t play
dirty with you to get what I want?”
    He tugged his hand
free from her grasp and quickly intertwined their fingers tightly together. For
any other couple, an action like holding hands was innocent. A fairly easy way
of showing affection and support.
    For Tommas and
Abriella, something as simple as holding hands was sacred and rare. An action
that they could only do in private. Affection they couldn’t give freely. As
much as their sex could be rough, dirty, and dangerous, something like holding
hands could be the exact same thing but in a different way.
    Abriella swallowed
thickly, her tongue peeking out to wet her bottom lip. “I do miss you. That’s
why I came tonight, but if you keep this up, it might turn into something else,
Tommy.”
    Despite her words,
Tommas felt the tug on his arm when Abriella pulled on his hand. He moved
closer until her thighs were closing around his waist and locking him in. The
wool dress hugging Abriella’s curves slid up her hips, letting him feel the
heat of her sex beneath the cotton panties she wore.
    There were no keys
to her prison.
    Tommas didn’t
mind.
    In love, freedom
was a myth.
    Abriella’s hand
still hadn’t left his cheek. With her warm, smooth palm pressed tight to his
skin, and her other tangled up with his, Tommas was grounded.
    “You’re crazy
coming here tonight,” Tommas said.
    Abriella bit the
inside of her cheek and replied, “I know.”
    “I am sorry, Ella.
I lied. I’ll keep saying it until you don’t need or want me to anymore. You
know I will.”
    “Of course, you
will.”
    Tommas smiled.
“There’s no hiding anything from you, is there?”
    “Well, you can’t.”
    “I wish you would
let me know when you’re coming. I could meet you somewhere safer. I don’t know
on any given night if someone is watching this place, Ella.”
    “I was careful. I
snuck in through the back alley and used the keys for the emergency door like you
showed me.”
    Tommas’ fingers
tightened with Abriella’s. “That’s not the point. Nothing is safe right now,
Ella. I have no idea what your brother is planning, or rather, what he might
already have planned. I don’t want you in the middle of anything that might get
you hurt.”
    “Tommas—”
    “Hush, and
listen.”
    Abriella’s mouth
snapped shut. “Fine.”
    “I fucked up the
first time around with the