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“I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t lie to you, Kinley. You know that like you know my name.”
“It doesn’t matter. After tomorrow you can fuck anything that walks.”
“You mean like your best friend does?” I scoffed out, having to remind her about the truth of who I was. “I changed for you, sweetness. I became the man you needed me to be. After I met you, I gave up who I was. For you. How can you think I could just fuck someone else after all that? I don’t even know that man anymore. I don’t know who I am without you, Kinley Troy.”
She shut her eyes, feeling the sincerity of my words burning into her skin. “I never asked you to do that.”
“You didn’t have to. You want to know why?”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
I didn’t hesitate in telling her another fact, “Because this … is all I have left of you.”
“Fine, Christian. You win, okay? I’m the bad guy. I’m the fuck up! This is all my fault! Is that what you need to hear?”
“You haven’t listened to one thing I’ve said, so I’ll make it easy for you. I fucking love you! Do you hear me, Kinley?” I didn’t hesitate in adding…
“There is no me without you.”
—Kinley—
I did the only thing I could in a moment when I needed him to let me go. Even though I didn’t mean it, I spewed, “You want to know what, Christian?”
“What, baby?”
“You being with your sorority girl tonight just made me realize I don’t love you anymore, okay? There! You got what you came for. Now leave!”
He growled as my heart pounded in my ears. I couldn’t believe I’d just said that. The lie tasted like vinegar on my tongue, like acid on my heart, like a knife to my soul.
I never expected what happened next. He abruptly turned me around to look at him, slamming my back against the slider. I grimaced from his rough assault.
But at the same time, I welcomed it.
Repeating, “I don’t love yo—”
Except, this time he cut me off.
Crashing his mouth onto mine.
Chapter Twelve
—Kinley—
His hands dug into my hair.
It was intense.
Forceful.
Demanding.
As his tongue devoured my mouth.
My memories didn’t compare to this and what was unexpectedly happening between us. I should have stopped him. I should have pushed him away and kicked him out of my house. I should have done anything other than grip onto the front of his shirt, yanking it open. Buttons flew in every direction, cascading down on the tile floor.
Wanting him closer like he wasn’t already close enough, I ached to mold us into one person. Kissing him back as if my life depended on it. I moaned into his mouth, losing myself to his skilled tongue and lips. It had been forever since we were like this.
