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“Talk to me,” I rasp, gently pulling the swing backward, then walking it forward. “Tell me what happened.”
Tell me how to fix it.
I hit the porch, taking all three steps at once.
“Would you burn for me, little sister?”
Her jaw goes slack and her breath catches. Fuck, she’s so beautiful like this, her golden hair glowing in the moonlight, her cheeks pink. Her hand lifts and wraps around my wrist. I feel my brow kick up as she tugs me closer and presses to her tiptoes, her eyes full of desire.
Fuck, I’m so mad, so hurt, so goddamned angry, but she’s still my girl, my Goldie.
I’d never hurt her.
Never.
“Anything,” she breathes and air gets caught in my lungs at her admission, her honesty.
I want to kiss her so fucking bad. Want to tell her I’m sorry, tell her I love her.
I wonder if she already knows?
The front door.
“Well,” I drawl, feigning a confidence, an arrogance, I don’t feel. How could she? Him. Out of all people, she chose him? She forgot about me and picked him. And him, Isaac, the man who’s spent my entire life figuring out ways to break me, is wrapped around the love of my life, my soul mate.
But I can’t show that, can’t let them see the hurt.
Not when I’m so fucking angry.
“Aren’t we cozy?”
I kick the fucking thing open, watching as the already shattered wood splinters even more. It bangs off the wall, but I ignore it, storming forward. My eyes scan the living room and land only briefly on the couch.
The couch.
“Don’t do that,” I whisper, staring down at the only girl I’ve ever loved. “I can’t stand to see you hurt.”
“Ro,” she breathes.
I slide my thumb between her lips, and her tongue flicks out, licking the pad. My cock throbs in my jeans, but I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I can kiss her, can love her, without breaking.
But I don’t know how not to.
“Goldie.” My voice breaks.
I want her, need her, love her.
Love her.
Love her.
Love her.
I don’t know who moves first, but then, my lips are on hers. Hard, demanding, as if we can’t possibly hold ourselves back, but there’s a softness beneath all that. Something filled with longing, with pleas we don’t understand and promises we can’t give.
This isn’t why I came back here. Not to kiss her or love her, not to bully her or destroy her.
I came back to protect her and everything after that just got so messed up. I’m so angry, so hurt. How can I not be?
