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Cold and hot.

Calculating and spontaneous.

Night and day.

Colorless and a broad spectrum of rainbow prisms.

Everybody thinks they’re the same.

But they’re not.

Not when you know them like I do.

And that’s how I got myself in trouble.

I was having fun. I was shrugging off obligation. And I was fooling myself to believe that we could protect our hearts.

We couldn’t.

“That shouldn’t have happened,” I finally answer him as I fight to bat away all the memories rushing me now.

“It was fun,” he laughs, his fingers tangling tighter with mine when I attempt to pull away. He pulls me down so that I’m practically on top of him, his hand reaching up to trap my chin.

Voice a soft purr, Damon searches my eyes when he asks, “Why not? Are we not good enough for you anymore? I heard you traveled the world. How many men did you find who could compete with us?”

None.

There’s the simple answer.

Not one of them had the same electric shock, the same spark that short-circuits me whenever our eyes dance together.

Not one.

But then, it wasn’t Damon I was comparing them to.

And that’s the problem.

Damon shifts and he’s above me again, our eyes locked, a question rolling through his expression that I’m silently begging him not to ask.

I love him.

You have to know that.

This man holds a piece of my heart.

But I’m notin lovewith him. And that’s the distinction that caused the fallout between all of us when our weeks ofjust funwere over.

His fingertips trace the line of my jaw, the touch so soft that I close my eyes to feel it. I’d given my heart away to these two men, and they tore it apart without meaning to.

“It could be just like old times. Things haven’t been the same since we left for college, which really doesn’t make sense. We only had you for a short time, but-“

His voice trails off. Not that he needs to finish that statement. I remember exactly what we were.

How can fun turn into our names being seared into each other’s souls? How can it warp and twist so easily until unrecognizable?

Somehow it did.

And we’re all scarred because of it.

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