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Job, friends, emptiness.
Tears fell down my cheeks for the entire twenty minute drive home, but I didn't wipe a single one away. I needed to feel the devastation if I was going to get over Ash the Ass.
Chapter 28
Ashton
Goddamn that woman.
I would like to say that everything in me screamed at me to let her go. This was what I wanted, in a way, to break things so fucking bad that she didn’t want me anymore.
Well, tough shit.
My brain decided that not only did it fucking want her, my body decided that it needed her.
Dashing back into the house as Freya started pulling away, I blew past Tommy and snatched my helmet from off the living room couch before going out the door again.
Shit, she was already down the street.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Tommy started threatening, but Karma stopped me, pulling me by the hand.
I stopped just long enough for her to press her hands to both my cheeks and look me in the eye.
“You go get that girl. She needs you just as much as you need her.”
Joy sparked up through my spine as I pressed a kiss to her forehead, then booked it to my bike just in time to hear Tommy blowing up at Karma for ‘egging’ me on.
Helmet on, I started the bike, a rental, but close enough to mine that it felt familiar.
My fucking heart was pumping so hard it felt like it just might explode, adrenaline surging through my system like it used to, back on the Raiders.
Slowing my breathing so I could use my damn brain, I rocketed down the street and turned the way I’d seen her go, following down the street until I saw her little sedan go on the main road. Focused, I stayed on her tail down to the freeway, then fifteen minutes north until she turned off. Three turns later, we were pulling into a little apartment complex, the last apartment we'd toured together. The one we'd played as a couple at.
Freya parked in spot five while I hopped the curb to park near the dumpster.
“What the fuck?” Freya screamed, reaching the stairs to the second floor as I pulled my helmet off.
“Running away is my schtick,” I half joked.
She growled in frustration, hurrying up the steps.
I followed, two stairs at a time, catching up to her at the top.
“Stop it!” she cried, smacking against my chest.
“Frey…Frey!” I tried, gripping the back of her head to try and get her to look me in the eye.
She refused, mascara-streaked face turning away from me.
Fuck, she’d been crying. A lot.
Nerves twisted my stomach, but words bubbled up past my throat until they were blurting out without my permission.
“Frey, I fucking love you too, ok?”
She stilled in my arms, finally cracking her eyes open to look at me.
“What?” she breathed, breath catching in a sort-of sob.
