The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: 95 | Let Mommy Handle This, Sugar

I took a step closer to Diane. Then another. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I was pretty sure she could hear it. Hell, I was pretty sure the neighbors could hear it.

"What if," I said again, slower this time, "we stopped making this about choosing?"

Diane’s expression shifted. Not quite understanding yet, but getting there. Her blue eyes tracked me as I moved into her space.

"Lukas." Her voice carried a warning edge. "What are you suggesting?"

I reached out and took her hand. Her fingers were cool against mine. I pulled her gently toward me until we stood barely an inch apart.

"I’m suggesting," I said, looking down at her, "that maybe Sloane doesn’t have to lose you. And you don’t have to lose me. And I don’t have to lose either of you."

Her breath caught. She understood now.

"That’s insane."

"Probably."

"That’s not how relationships work."

"Says who?" I slid my other hand around her waist. She didn’t pull away. "Says the rules written by people who aren’t us? Says society? Since when do you give a shit what society thinks?"

Diane’s lips parted slightly. I could see the war happening behind her eyes. Logic against desire. Propriety against hunger.

"Sloane would never," she started.

"Sloane loves you," I interrupted. "And she wants me. Right now she thinks she has to choose. What if she doesn’t?"

I leaned down and kissed the corner of Diane’s mouth. Soft. Barely there. She made a small sound in her throat.

"You’re a terrible influence," she whispered.

"You already knew that." I kissed her jaw. "You’ve been corrupting me for two weeks."

"I don’t think that’s how that works."

"Then how does it work?" I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. My heart was still going a million miles an hour. "Tell me, Diane. Tell me you don’t want this."

She stared at me for a long moment. Then her hand came up and pressed flat against my chest. Right over my racing heart.

"Your heart is beating so fast," she said quietly.

"Yeah, well. I’m nervous as hell."

"You?" A small smile touched her lips. "The boy who faced a fifty-foot robot? Nervous?"

"That was easier than this."

Diane’s smile grew. She moved her hand up to my face, cupping my cheek. Her thumb traced my bottom lip.

"You’re really suggesting we share you."

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