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He pins his body against mine, and without thinking, I lean back into his strong chest, his big hand covering my stomach. I quietly cry. The heat of his body lights an inferno inside of me.
His hard-on presses against my back, and he quickly pulls away from me. Turning around, I try not to catch his eyes; instead, I focus on his calloused hands.
“Let’s go somewhere and talk,” he begs, brushing a shaking hand through his hair.
My eyes dart around the parking lot, not knowing what to tell him, what to say.
“Please give me a chance, to make it up to you, to us.”
I meet his burning gaze. Something in his eyes makes me take a step back. I have never seen him like that. Sadness engulfs him, like it’s hung around me for the last couple of years. The hole never goes away, no matter how hard you try to fill it with meaningless shit. The one thing you need to do is move on, keep everything locked deep inside your heart. To visit and let it out when the pain of carrying the grief becomes too much. I don’t need him now. I needed him then, but he made his decision when he walked on stage instead of leaving with me.
“Alice.”
Saying my name like that my mouth dries. “I’m sorry I hauled you out of there. I didn’t want people seeing you like that.”
“Like what?” I ask, crossing my arms in front of me and leaning against the side of the car. “Like I was happy? Like I was enjoying myself? I don’t recall you having a problem with strippers in the past.”
His brows rise up. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Shaking my head, I push myself off the car. “I’ve seen the pictures of you from the tour,” I mutter, looking at his chest instead of his eyes.
He balls his fists, getting angrier as the seconds tick by. He takes a deep breath and after a beat, he opens those dark eyes and holds my stare. I’ve been anticipating his out-of-control temper’s reappearance. Mix it with his drinking, sparks weren’t the only things flying between us when we were living together.
It was one hell of a joyride that crashed and burned leaving a path of destruction in his wake. I stood in the road with my hands up, trying to stop him from destroying himself and taking me with him in the crash. The stories of him jumping out the back window when his father wanted to take him to rehab, are a hell of a lot funnier now than they were when I was living it.
“Fuck, why do we always get to this place?” he asks, pacing next to my car.
“I don’t know.” I lean against the door. “I don’t know,” I whisper, focusing on my feet and my tattooed legs.
“I miss you. I have missed you every day,” he says, boxing me in. “Doesn’t that count for something?”
“Should it?” I’ve spent the last years wondering the same thing. I shake my head. He thinks I left him, but he left me way before I ever stepped one foot out of the door. Pushing him back, I hop in my Mustang. “You didn’t miss me enough to come after me all those years ago.”
He leans his hands against the roof of the car. “Don’t leave, honey,” he pleads, his voice breaking.
I rev the engine. “Why? That’s what we always do, isn’t it?”
He pushes himself from the vehicle, his shoulders sagging. I put the car in reverse, and he doesn’t look at me as I speed away.
