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Bottom line. I needed to talk to Luna, but I also needed to give her space. I knew that. Even though I didn’t like it. I also needed to own up to the fact that I was scared and that was why I pushed her away.
But like the pussy that I was, I sat at the bar across from her work and watched her through the big pane window instead. It wasn’t like I could do anything anyway. There was no way I could make this shit up to her. I hit one of our friends. In fact, I almost beat him senseless because I was too damn jealous. Over other men. Over anyone who even breathed the same air as her.
My phone dinged, indicating an incoming text.
Clara: Did you sort things out with Luna?
I sighed. I hadn’t heard from Clara since I went to her place to fuck her. My stomach twisted. I still couldn’t believe I did that.
Me: Not yet.
I didn’t want to talk about what happened. Not with anyone besides my dad, before I could fix things with Luna. My Moonbeam.
As cliché as it sounded, she was the damn light in my darkness. The very air I breathed. It had been almost a month, but it felt like a damn lifetime.
I was losing my mind and I didn’t know how to get it back. I didn’t know how to approach Luna and make things right again. Could things ever go back to normal?
Clara: You’ll work it out.
I sure as hell hoped so.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, remembering Stone’s words that he had only ever seen Luna put a smile on my face. Sure. Clara made me laugh but not the way his daughter did.
The fact that he accused me of more, didn’t sit well with me.
I put my phone away, ignored the ding of the incoming text, and signaled the bartender for another beer. I preferred something stronger, but this would have to do. For now.
Watching Luna was like watching a majestic animal through the bars of their cage. They were so close, but you still couldn’t touch them.
I was on the verge of losing control. It took everything in me not to stomp over to the tattoo shop she worked at and pull her into my arms.
“Give her time.”
My dad’s words bounced around in my head. He was right. As much as I didn’t want him to be, I knew I had to give Luna space.
But I still craved her touch. Her hands running over my body. Her nails scratching into my skin. My name leaving her lips on a breathless moan. I needed more. I was so damn greedy for her, my cock pushed against the fly of my dress pants. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Or out of my damn system. She was the perfect drug and I never wanted to be rid of my addiction to her.
After I spent last weekend with my parents, I drove to the city and spent most of my time there. I drowned myself in work and drove myself into the ground at the gym. Every night since, I would limp back up to my condo, take a shower and go to bed.
Job. Work out. Sleep. Repeat.
Scrubbing a hand down my face, I lifted the glass to my lips to take a long swig when a large shadow loomed over me.
“Zachary Porter.”
My stomach dropped to the ground beneath me.
Oh fuck.
I took a breath as Stone sat beside me on my left and Asher sat on my right.
“You’re a hard man to get a hold of,” Stone pointed out.
“I’ve been busy,” I mumbled.
“Having a good time?” Asher asked, taking my beer from my hand and drinking it down in one gulp.
“I was,” I muttered.
