Want. Need. Mine.
Fuck, I want things I have no business wanting.
Her expression shifts.
Confusion.
Maybe fear.
“What are we to you anyway?” she asks quietly.
My chest tightens.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Her voice shakes now, just slightly.
“What do you even care, Havoc Cross?”
Everything.
I care because you’re everything to me, Gabriella.
The answer rises so fucking fast it terrifies me.
She gestures between us.
“We're just two people passing through each other's lives.”
Monster snarls.
A real growl vibrates through my chest this time. She hears it. Gabriella's eyes widen. I step closer.
“It doesn't feel like that to me.”
My voice comes out rough.
Too honest.
Too fucking vulnerable.
But I can't stop now.
“What-what do I feel like to you?”
“You feel like more to me, Honey Girl.”
Her lips part.
For one heartbeat, hope flickers across her face.
So fast I could pretend I didn't see it.
I do.
And it fucking guts me. Then the walls slam back into place.