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No.
No, he shouldn’t.
But that wasn’t the only problem.
“So I think, rather than trying to keep that secret, you decided to walk away entirely. And I can’t blame you for that.”
Two secrets, actually.
There weretwo.
And they were enough to rip the twins apart.
“I don’t want to push him out, but I think it’s obvious at this point-“
Damon’s voice trails off, his expression twisting with frustration, confusion and regret.
“Damn it. I’m still in love with you, Red. It never stopped. Not once. There wasn’t a day that went by in the last ten years that I didn’t think of you.”
My breath is trapped in my lungs, the pain of knowing I can’t love him back slicing my organs like a hundred spinning razors.
I’m bleeding internally at this point, dizzy from the loss of blood, my mind barely able to grasp onto one thought long enough to express it.
Chewing the inside of my lip, I blink away tears I refuse to let fall. I lie to him while staring him straight in the eyes.
“It’s just friends with all of us, Damon. That’s the way it has to be. I’m not going to choose one of you while hurting the other.”
He lunges forward, not in a threatening way, but in desperation, his hands gripping down on the armrests as he cages me in.
All the wild energy this man struggles to contain swirls around me now like chaotic winds, my thoughts, my heart, my breath, my soul tangled up and dancing within it.
But that’s just how it is with him. You’re helpless but to become lost in the way he makes you feel, you’re left vulnerable and open and exposed.
To the woman who will one day be allowed to truly love this man, I feel a twinge of honest jealousy because it’s intoxicating to be caught up in his storm.
Even now my pulse pounds, my breathing is uneven, my thoughts spin and swirl so fast that there’s no grasping on to just one of them.
And he’s beautiful.
Not just physically, but in the way he loves.
Damon is passionate and free. Hot and consuming. He’s so utterly naked and raw in what he feels that you can’t help but feel it, too.
His soul is beautiful. Even with the scars of what’s been done to him. Even with the walls he’s built around himself to keep his truth concealed.
He laughs at what I said.
“We’re not just friends, Red. We never were.”
I can’t argue with him there. From the very beginning, it was full speed ahead with these two.
The few weeks leading up to me making the first agreement of six weeks of freedom and fun had been a chase. They cornered me so easily, so efficiently, and I never questioned it.
Back then, I’d thought it oddly fated, but now that I know the truth of their bet with Mason, I can’t help but feel a little jaded about everything.
The only reason I haven’t thrown that damn bet in their face is because they’ve all but proven it meant nothing to them in the end.
They cared.
