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“An irritating asshole you want to kiss,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against hers.
Such a bad idea.
I suck in a breath, hoping to clear my head, but it does the complete opposite. It fills my lungs with her sweet scent, making me want her more. My fingers clench around her neck, pulling her closer to me.
“Did we ever have any good ideas?” Jade asks softly, making me realize I’ve spoken out loud. “You and I, Wentworth?” She raises her hand, the tip of her finger tracing my jaw. “We’re the two sides of the same coin. We’re both damaged and jaded. Hell, I don’t even like you, and yet, it doesn’t mean I want you any less.”
“You shouldn’t want me at all. And I sure as hell shouldn’t even be thinking about you twice. Your brother would kill me if he ever found out what I did. What I want to do to you.”
“But you won’t.”
Is there regret I hear in her voice? Longing? The fuck if I know.
“No, I won’t.”
Jade nods, and with one last swipe of her finger, she lets her hand drop and pulls away.
And I let her.
The loss of her touch is like a blow, making me ache for her touch almost instantly.
“Thanks for the ride,” Jade mutters. Fiddling with the door handle, she finally opens the door. I watch her as she gets out of the car and rushes toward her apartment building. My fingers curl against the steering wheel as I watch her walk inside, the only thing that’s keeping me from getting the fuck out and going after her.
It’s better this way.
She’s not just any girl. She’s your best friend’s little sister.
Besides, you don’t deserve her.
Then why the fuck doesn’t it feel better at all?
Only once the door is shut behind her do I let go. Curling my fingers into fists, I pound them against the steering wheel. “Fuck.”
I shift in my seat, feeling that familiar jab in my knee. I grit my teeth and press my hand against my leg, rubbing at the aching muscle, but even that doesn’t help. Biting the inside of my cheek, I lean against the console, popping open the glove compartment, and grab the bottle stashed inside. Opening the lid, I turn the bottle upside down, one pill falling into my palm. I shake it and peek inside, but there is nothing.
Empty, once again.
I throw the pill in my mouth and swallow it.
Now what?
I toss the empty bottle back into the compartment, but it hits against something, making things scatter on the ground. Cursing at myself, I bend down and start collecting different papers to shove them all back inside when I notice the little black card with a number written on it.
My mouth goes dry as I just stare at it, holding my breath as the memory of that night flashes in my mind. The pitcher meeting with the dealer at the party. The pills.
If you change your mind and ever need a refill… That’s my number—texts only.
“No,” I shake my head. My fingers wrap around the card, crumbling it in my fist. “I was cleared. I don’t need pain meds. I can do this.”
Shoving the papers back into the compartment, I close the door and get out of the car.
I can do this.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
JADE
The door closes behind me, and instead of waiting for the elevator to arrive, I take two steps at a time, with Prescott’s words still ringing in my head.
