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What would it be like to kiss him?I wonder, my thoughts fracturing into nothing but the sudden need to taste him.
Kiss him.
Show him I care—thatsomeonefucking cares.
For a moment, everything seemingly stops, time grinding to a halt. And in this space between seconds, all that exists are the lips parted a mere hairsbreadth away from mine.
Oh…
Oh shit.
He sucks in a sharp breath, and his eyes drop to my mouth, then snap up to meet my gaze once more, flaring big and bright and—
He shakes his head. It’s subtle, but it’s enough. His eyes are pleading—scared—flashing with a mix of emotions.
Don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt him.
Growling, I roughly grip him by the hair and force his head down. I wrap my arms around him—our knees digging into each other—and I bury my lips in his thick brown hair.
Sealing my eyes shut, I inhale deeply. He smells of soap and sweat and sea salt.
He smells of Skyler.
Sky, Sky, Sky…
And here, all this time, I was worried abouthim.
No…
No, Skyler Sinclair doesn’t scare me.
That much is true.
Heterrifiesme.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
NOLAN
“Today, we’re going to talk about forgiveness.”
The chair next to me squeaks, and I glance over, meeting Skyler’s gaze.
It’s Friday again, another week gone by.
Two to go…
He flashes me a small, shaky smile, and I quirk a brow at him, wondering what that’s about.Is he thinking the same thing I am? Is he realizing just how fast our time together is coming to an end?
But he’s already looking away, giving Kevin his full-attention before I can try and get a better read on him.
“And I don’t mean forgiving those who’ve hurt us. That’s not something for me to decide, or something that even needs to be addressed here unless you’re comfortable sharing. What I want us to focus on today is self-forgiveness. How do we move forward from here? How do we let go of our past mistakes to better our chances of not relapsing when we’re back to our normal lives?”
My chest tightens at his words.
Kevin looks around the room, eyeing us all knowingly. “We’re the ones we have to live with, day in and day out,” he says gravely. “There’s no getting away from ourselves so long as we’re still breathing. And I don’t know about you, but it seems like an awful lot of time and life wasted, if we spend the rest of our days focused on something we can never take back.”
Around the room, a couple people nod. Brows furrow. Eyes redden.
