"People are staring," I whisper-hissed, feeling dozens of pairs of eyes on my face, as I upped my pace, practically jogging towards the door now. "You asshole!"

"Don't run in heels, Dolly," he called after me. "You might trip up and hurt our baby."

"Oh my god!" Stopping in the doorway, I swung around to glare at him. "Take me home. Take me home right this second, Daryl King."

He laughed.

In.

My.

Face.

"Oh, you think I'm kidding?" Narrowing my eyes, I smoothed a hand up his chest before sliding my fingers under the opening and pinching his nipple. "Take. Me. Home." I ordered, forcing him backwards towards the parking lot. It was either walk or lose a nipple. "Now, doofus."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he yelped, backing all the way up until he fell back against what I thought I recognized as Rourke's parked SUV. "Damn, Dolly. I'm gonna bruise like shit after this."

"Good," I growled, pinching down even harder. In the blink of an eye, Daryl broke free from my hold and twisted us both around. "I hope it leaves a mark."

With the roles reversed, he pressed me up against the SUV and closed the space between us. "Oh, you've already left a mark, Molls," he said, tipping my chin up with his thumb and forefinger. "Believe me."

My heart thundered violently in my chest as he pinned me to the side of the SUV. "Wh-what are you doing, D?" I breathed, pulse fluttering right along with everything south of my navel.

"I don't know anymore, Dolly." His green eyes were filled with tenderness as his big hands trailed up and down my sides before settling on my hips. "I really don't."

"You don’t know what, D?" I breathed, pulse racing frantically.

"How I make this any clearer for you," he whispered.

And then he lowered his face to mine and kissed me.

23 Daryl

This girl twisted me up in so many knots, I knew I could never be untangled from her.

Fuck if I knew what I was doing anymore.

We'd gone from laughing, to fighting, to whatever the fuck this was in a matter of minutes.

With her body crushed to the side of Rourke's overly exuberant Range Rover, I continued to kiss her like I was starved for oxygen and her lips were the only viable life source available.

I might have started this kiss, but Molly sure as hell wasn't stopping it.

"D," she breathed into my mouth, reaching up to yank on my neck and bring my body closer to hers.

I couldn't stop touching her, tasting, her, fucking reveling in the feel of her tight little body flush against me, and how amazing it felt when she flicked her tongue against mine as she kissed me back almost violently.

"I love you," I blurted out against her bruised lips and then mentally kicked my own ass when she turned to stone in my arms.

Too fast.

Too goddamn fast, asshole…