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“Maybe, but there’s a crucial difference between me and Mark.” Xavier stepped toward me, and I instinctively took a step back. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, and though he hadn’t officially entered my apartment, his presence permeated every molecule of air until all I could see, smell,tastewas him.
His earthy scent grabbed hold of my lungs and squeezed, and the memory of his skin beneath my touch was so vivid that, for a moment, I felt as though I could reach out and trace the echoes of our shared moments in the air.
“Let me tell you a secret,” he said quietly.
I crossed my arms, but it did nothing to stave off a cascade of shivers when he spoke again.
“You kept asking me why I called you Luna. I didn’t tell you because I was afraid it would send you running for the hills. Even before we kissed, before we wereanythingother than a publicist and her client, you were a light in my life. A persistent, sometimes scary one, but a light all the same.” Xavier’s throat bobbed with a hard swallow. “Luna is short formi luna.My moon. Because no matter how dark the nights got, you were always there, shining so brightly that I always found my way through.”
Prickles swarmed behind my eyes. My chest was a tightly wound spool of emotions, but I didn’t touch it, afraid that a single unraveled thread would send me crashing down.
“I don’t know when it happened. One day, you were someone I was stuck with if I wanted to keep my current lifestyle. The next, you were…you.” A sad smile touched Xavier’s lips. “Beautiful, brilliant, and so damn caring beneath that mask you present to the world. You can try to hide it, but it’s too late. I’ve seen the real you, with all its perfect and broken pieces, and I love every single one of them.”
The prickles reached the point of unbearable. They danced in front of my vision, blurring Xavier’s face and turning my world into a watercolor of emotions. Every dot stabbed at me, and I was sure that if he kept talking, and I didn’t escape, I would bleed out right here on my living room floor.
“Stop,” I whispered. He didn’t.
“I’ve been falling in love with you day by day for years, and I didn’t even know it,” he said, his voice thick. “Well, now I know it.”
“Don’t.” The room constricted around me, squeezing the air from my lungs, and the simple act of breathing became an arduous task.
My head swam. I wanted to hold on to something for steadiness, but Xavier was the only thing within reach, and touching him would obliterate me.
He pressed on, uncaring that he was flaying me alive.
“I loveyou, Sloane. Every fucking inch of you, and I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same. Tell me you aren’t running because you’re scared of getting hurt again. Tell me youtrulybelieve we can’t work when the past two months have been the best of my life. Even with my father’s death, and Perry, and a dozen things that went wrong, they were still perfect because you were there.”
Trembles racked my body. The pressure was getting worse, and I couldn’t contain it for much longer.
“That doesn’t matter.” The lie tasted so bitter I almost choked on it. “I want you to leave. Please.”
“That’s not what I asked you,” he said fiercely. “You’vealwaysbeen honest with me. Don’t—”
“I am being honest!” Something heavy and frantic seized control of my body and pushed at Xavier’s chest. He couldn’t be here. He couldn’t see me when I broke, and I knew with bone-deep certainty that I was on the razor’s edge of breaking. “Idon’t want you here. You love me, and I don’t feel the same toward you. Sogo!”
Pushing him was like shoving a brick wall, but a tidal wave of panic imbued me with superhuman strength.
I didn’t see it happen. I just knew that one second, he was in the doorway; the next, I’d slammed the door in his face. The lock had barely clicked shut before I sank to the floor, my limbs quaking as I tried to tune out his knocks and pleas.
The prickles coalesced into a sheet of white and gray, and the hollow ache that yawned inside me was so overwhelming, it felt like my very core had crumbled into dust.
I’d never felt this level of despair, not even when I walked in on Bentley and Georgia all those years ago.
I give a damn about us and the fact you’re lying to me.
I couldn’t see Xavier through the blur in my eyes at the end, but I’d heard the anguish in his voice and felt it in the air. It’d mirrored the same pain rushing in to fill the emptiness in my chest because he was right. Ihadlied to him.
I cared. More than cared.
He made me feel everything when I’d thought I could feel nothing, and that realization led to an undeniable truth: Ilovedhim, so much so that I couldn’t breathe, and I’d pushed him away because I knew love would only end in heartbreak.
The journey wasn’t worth the destination.
I didn’t know how long I stayed there, my back to the door and the weight of what I’d done anchoring me to the ground, but it was long enough that Xavier’s pounding had faded into silence.
Something warm and wet slid down my cheek.
It was such a foreign sensation that I didn’t touch it, afraid of what I’d find, until it dripped from my chin.
