Reflection (Game On Trilogy #2) by Lisa Sommers Read Free Book Online

that? What’s wrong with a little too much?”
    Oh God. I can’t go there. I can’t lead him on to something that will never be. I look up at him, tears threatening to break free. “I can’t, Derek. I’m sorry.” I made a promise. I made a promise to Bryce. I want to say, but I don’t.
    “Damn it, Chels!” Oh crap, he is mad.
    I retreat to the other side of the living room, trying to clear my head.
    “Chelsea, answer me. Last night was . . .” he pauses, walking up behind me.
    “It was perfect.” I finish his sentence. Confessing my true feelings doesn’t come easy to me, but it was. Last night was perfect.
    He moves my long hair to the side, lowers his head and puts his soft lips on my neck. “You’re right. It was perfect.” He whispers gently against my skin. “So, then why did you leave?” His voice is calm again.
    I start to pull away, but his free hand wraps around my waist, pulling me against him. I can’t do this. “Derek, we need to stop this.” My calm tone matches his, but inside I am completely freaking out.
    His fingers trail down the sides of my rib cage, his mouth nibbling lightly at the back of my neck, sends goosebumps down my spine. “We need to stop this?” He questions as he continues his lust-filled attack around to the other side of my neck. His fingers now tracing the outline of my breasts.
    I can’t help but moan at the pleasure. I completely mislead him, but it just feels so damn good. I quickly come to my senses and pull away. “Yes, Derek. I’m sorry. I don’t think we should see one another anymore.
    I’ve stunned him speechless. He pauses and it makes me feel like shit. He is such a wonderful person but he deserves so much more than what I can offer him.
    Derek finally pulls away from me and starts pacing the length of my living room, running his hands through his hair in the process. “Damn it, Chelsea. I know you felt what I felt last night. It was amazing. It was a night I will never forget. And, I know you won’t either. I want more from you. I want more with you. I just don’t understand why you don’t want it either.” He pauses for a moment, stops, then faces me. “Is it me?”
    Oh God no, honey. It’s not you. The words just don’t come out though. I shake my head.
    “Don’t you get it, Chels? I see myself with you. I’ve never felt this way towards anyone else before. I want a future with you. I want to go to sleep with you at night. I want to wake up with you wrapped in my arms in the mornings. I want you to come with me to all my games. I want you to date me exclusively. I haven’t been with anyone else in months. It’s only been you. I can’t get you out of my head, damn it. Everything about you is perfect.”
    Why is he saying all this? He doesn’t even know me. He doesn’t know what I’ve been through.
    ”I want to marry you. I want kids with you. I want . . .”
    Derek is still talking but I have no idea what he’s saying. He wants to have kids with me? This can’t be happening. I turn to face the window. I want to run out the front door, but this is my place. How did I let this get this far? He wants kids? With me?
    “Please say something,” he begs. “Tell me we can make this work. Please.”
    However, at this point, I am too far gone. Sitting on the edge of the sofa, the palm of my hands covering my ears, I try to washout everything Derek is confessing to. With my eyes clenched shut, I force the tears to remain at bay. I rock back and forth, wishing that this nightmare would end. But, it doesn’t. He keeps talking.
    He bends down in front of me, and places his hands on my shoulders. “Talk to me,” he whispers.
    I lift my head and look him dead in the eyes. “Talk to you?” Rage now fuels the tone of my voice. “Talk to you?” I repeat.
    “Yes.”
    “We will never be.” I yell. “There will never be an us .” With my temper rising, I continue. “I will never marry you and I will never have kids with you.” And if