Still, it’s soft.
I toss it in anyway. He can decide later if he wants to wear it. If not, consider it impounded.
God, I hate Jay. I hate him so fucking much. That so-called apology? It wasn’t even real. More like,“Sorry, but actually this is all your fault,”wrapped up like a gift from a narcissist. Classic.
I’m so done with the cold. With this constant tension. With them, that family.
All I want is to feel the sand warming my feet again, to watch the sun dip into the ocean, to talk about simple, uncomplicated things under the stars.
And kiss. Definitely kiss. Those kisses that start soft and quickly lead to more.
I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life.
The bedroom door opens, the front door closes. Finally, he’s gone.
“Sapphire, I threw in a hoodie. Not sure if you’ll like it, though. You pick another one if you—”
I turn around, the words dying in my throat.
He’s looking at me in a way I don’t want to be looked at.
I tilt my head, waiting for him to reassure me like he always does when I’m unsure or overwhelmed. But this time, he says nothing. There’s only remorse in his eyes. My fingers clutch the hoodie as something inside me breaks.
“I… I need to stay here,” he says.
Disbelief hits. I scoff at first, but he nods, and I slowly realize what’s happening.
“Baby, please. No. You can’t do this. You’re not going to do this to me. Please don’t leave me.”
He exhales, tipping his head back. He blinks up at the ceiling, trying to clear the glassiness from his eyes.
“I have to.”
That’s all he says.
I snap.
“He didn’t come here to apologize, did he? He came here to trap you—to wrap you back in his goddamn net. And it worked!”
“Love, please, it’s not like that. Let me explain…”
“No. No, this is not happening.” My voice cracks, rising in pitch and anger. “You’re mine now! Do you hear me? YOU. ARE. MINE!”
I shove my luggage aside and storm to the door, vision burning red.
“I swear to God I’ll break his fucking jaw.”
My steps hammer down the hallway, rage pushing me forward. As I round the corner, I catch one last glimpse of the smirk tugging at Jay’s lips.
He waves at me as the elevator doors close.
I scream like I’m gripped by hellfire.
Then Finn steps out of his apartment. Wrong place. Wrong time.
“MOVE!” I snarl, shoving him aside as I run for the stairs. I feel adrenaline, hot blood pumping through my veins. I’m going to drown that motherfucker in the canal.
“YOSH, STOP!” Tom shouts behind me.
