Page 126 of The Boy I Once Hated


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“What do you want, Sky?” he says, defeated. “Just tell me. ’Cause guessing is too fucking hard.”

“I want the truth.”

“The truth?” he mimics, looking absolutely lost.

“Yes. You once told me that the truth was the only friend I had. Well, that’s what I want. The truth.”

“And what truth is that?” he questions despondently.

“Why did you pull me away from the party?”

His blue eyes darken at the question.

“You know damn well why.”

“No, I don't. Explain it to me,” I demand.

“Because I couldn’t stand watching every motherfucker there undressing you with their eyes. Is that what you want to hear?”

“It’s a start,” I quip, my heart jackhammering in my chest when he takes a step closer to me.

“Because the minute you came on board, all I could do was look at you.”

Another step.

“Because when that asshole dared to put his hands on you, I wanted to cut them off.”

Another step.

“Because anytime you’re near, you fucking consume me. I can’t think straight. I can’t even breathe right.”

I swallow dryly as he steps right up to me, cupping my face in his hands.

“Because being in the same space as you, and not actually being with you, feels like cruel torture. And these past twenty-four hours without you have been hell. Hell, Sky. My own personal hell.”

“Why? Why does it feel that way? You’re only having fun, remember?” I choke out, licking my dry lips. “Fun shouldn’t hurt like that.”

“No. I guess not. But we both know what does.”

“We do?” I breathe out.

“Fuck, Sky. Why did you have to come into my life?” He shakes his head.

Hurt by the remark, I pull away and start to turn away from him. But Noah isn’t having it. He grabs my wrist, and turns me around, our chests slamming against each other’s.

“Don’t…don’t turn your back on me,” he pleads.

“Why not? Since it’s so easy for you to do it.”

He lets out a frustrated chuckle.

“You think that shit was easy?”

“It sure looked like that to me.”

“Last night was fucking excruciating for me. It fucking killed me to leave your room. Your bed.”

“Why?” I whisper.

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