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Would it be wrong to send an SOS to Ezra? And if I did, what would I say? I have a feeling telling him to get his ass home is something that would require an explanation when he did.
My pulse is a hammer in my throat as I relive the past in stunning clarity. Just one week. That’s all I was given to experience the feeling of being with Ezra.
One week.
Then the promise I made him had to be broken.
And I had to break it because of Damon.
“I think this six-week friend thing is stupid,” he says, which actually soothes some of the dread inside me and fills me with hope.
“Oh, thank God. Me too-“
“Because,” he says, interrupting me before I can agree to end things here and now, “I think we both know that what we have has always been more than friends.”
Damn it.
Damn it all to hell.
“Damon-“
“No, hear me out before you say anything.”
It’s not hard to see he’s on edge.
Damon’s emotions are a hell of a lot easier to read than Ezra’s. They are always right there on the surface, a bomb waiting to explode in everybody’s face if he’s pushed too far.
I wonder if that’s why Ezra is so far on the opposite spectrum. Maybe he has to stay controlled so that he can manage the chaotic energy of his brother.
It makes sense, and in a weird way, it helps me understand Ezra a little better.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed at him for what he did at my house a week ago.
Ever since that night, Dylan has been a horror to deal with, his anger and bad attitude making life in my house a living hell.
I’ve tried talking to him several times, but all he does is call me a bartered whore for the family before brushing me off entirely for the friends he constantly has over.
Damon’s voice drags me back to the conversation, and another problem that’s trapped me in place without knowing how to resolve it.
“I’ve been thinking about things a lot, and I’ve figured why you stopped talking to us after high school.”
My heart stutters at that. The last thing I need either of the twins to figure out iswhy.
Clearing my throat, I swallow down a knot of concern, and realize I need to confront this head on at some point.
“What have you figured out?”
His fingers flex on my legs, a simple twitch that says more than he realizes.
This man is fighting whatever it is he’s thinking, his eyes searching my face as if begging me to agree with him before he’s said the first word.
“I think it’s my fault.”
My eyes close, and I draw in a breath, the truth of those words hanging between us with more weight and significance than Damon knows.
His voice is softer when he shuffles where he sits, his fingers gripping down again.
“You couldn’t tell him about us because I wouldn’t let you. And I feel like a complete dick for asking you to keep it from Ezra. Neither of us wanted to hurt him, and I never should have asked you to lie.”
