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Placing my hand on my knees, I push to my feet and walk to the window. That anxious feeling that was brewing inside me since the moment I left Rebecca curled on the blankets in the treehouse is making me feel unsettled. “I am happy for season to start. I’m excited to get back on the field, it’s just…”

I look toward the woods.

Is she still there? Still sleeping? Or did she wake up to find me gone? If so, how did she react? Was she happy? Sad? Relieved?

Shit, maybe I should just say screw it to her wishes and—

“Rebecca.”

That one word snaps me back to the present. I turn my back to the window, closing the door to all the crazy ideas swirling through my head. Ideas I shouldn’t be thinking about.

I nod my head. “Yeah.”

“She doesn’t like the idea of you going back? I’m sure you guys could make it work. Austin isn’t that far…”

“It’s not far, but she doesn’t want to do this thing between us.” My father’s brows shoot up in surprise. “She has a lot on her plate with her mom, and so do I. It’s just better this way for everybody involved.”

Is it really?

“Well, if you guys think that’s for the best.”

“It is.” I nod. It has to be. What’s the other option? “I think I’ll go up and pack my things so I can go first thing in the morning after Mom wakes up.”

In reality, I wanted to get the hell out of here as soon as possible, but I knew better than that. If I left without a proper goodbye, Mom would kill me.

At least, there was one person who wanted to say goodbye to me.

It wasn’t fair to Rebecca. I knew that, but I was feeling bitter. So sue me.

A hand falls on my shoulder, drawing my attention. “Things will work out.”

I wasn’t so sure about that, but I nodded regardless.

This was for the best.

Maybe if I repeated it enough times, I would believe it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

REBECCA

“You were made for me. Me and nobody else.Say it, Red.” His teeth sink into my neck, a soft sting shooting all the way to my belly as his tongue swept over my flesh. “Say that you’re mine.”

“Yours…” I cup his cheek, turning his face to me. “I’m yo—”

When his eyes meet mine, they’re devoid of any emotion. He pushes my hands back as he gets up, leaving me all alone on the floor. I pull the blanket over me to hide my naked body from his icy stare.

“If you wanted to be mine, you’d have come with me.”

I suck in a breath, my body startling awake. My heart is beating hard against my ribcage as my mind replays the dream in my head.

I run my shaky hand over my face, wiping away the sheer layer of sweat.

“It was just a dream.”

More like a nightmare.

A nightmare that’s been haunting me ever since Miguel left.

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