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352 pages, Paperback
First published July 18, 2017
I look at you and I forget.” “What do you forget?” He leans in and brushes his lips so softly against mine. “Everything.”
Dead bodies litter the floor.
Shock overtakes me.
My hands shake but I feel nothing.
Only one thought pumps furiously through my mind. It should’ve been me.
Scared?” I look up at him and get lost in the warmth of his gaze.
“No. I feel safe with you.”
“Yeah?” His lips part and his breath dances across my lips. “So I’m not a stranger anymore.”
“No.” I run my hands up the back of his neck into his hair and slide against his hard body. “You make me feel like I can do anything.”
His eyebrows drop low and his jaw ticks. “And you make me forget.”
Because soon enough I’ll be out of his life and I’ll go back to being Sawyer, the kind of girl who would never turn the head of a guy like Aden, and I’ll be able to go on living my sheltered safe life knowing what it’s like to truly live. That is, if I survive it.
I don’t want to forget you.”
He pulls his shirt off over his head, his wide muscular chest on display and tensing with anticipation. “I’ll make sure you never will.” He pushes down his shorts and closes in until the warmth of his bare skin presses against mine. “I’ll mark your fucking soul.”
I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”
“Aden.”
He looks up at me with those arresting chocolate-brown eyes. “Most people call me Colt.”
“Colt, like… a baby horse?”
He goes back to searching the drawer. “Yeah, or Colt like my last name.”
“Oh.”
“I’m not the type of man who begs.” He hisses through his teeth when I grip him tighter. “But I’m begging, please, let me fuck you.”
It’s the way he makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world. He responds to every word I say, every sound that slips unabashed from my lips, as if I’m giving him a secret he’s been desperate to discover. When we’re together it’s as if I’m the air and he’s begging for his next breath.
“I’m fucking wrecked without you.”
I know what it feels like to have something living inside that eats away at your sanity. They call it trauma, a deeply distressing experience, but God…it’s so much more. It’s alive and breathing, it eats and rarely sleeps, it’s a monster that demands attention and never ever gives in.
I can’t change who I am, no matter how much I want to. The guilt and the self-hatred is frustrating and I’m so lost in who I am and who I wish I could be that somewhere along the way, I’ve lost my way.
“I should let you go.” My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips going against the words that tumble from my lips.
“Or maybe you should hold on.”
“I don’t want to forget you.”
He pulls his shirt off over his head, his wide muscular chest on display and tensing with anticipation. “I’ll make sure you never will … I’ll mark your fucking soul … The way you’ve marked mine.”
He makes me forget all I’m not and all I’m pretending to be. With him I’m someone different, not Celia or Sawyer, but just…me.
I’m drowning in her.
In her touch, her effect, the way she looks at me as if she sees past the darkness in my soul to the man I was meant to be. The honorable man I was before. God, how I want to be that man again.
“Nothing about us makes sense except for what I feel when I’m with you.”
“I’m fucking wrecked without you.”
It’s the way he makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world. He responds to every word I say, every sound that slips unabashed from my lips, as if I’m giving him a secret he’s been desperate to discover. When we’re together it���s as if I’m the air and he’s begging for his next breath.
“I don’t want to forget you.”
“I’ll make sure you never will… I’ll mark your fucking soul.” His lips touch the shell of my ear and he whispers, “The way you’ve marked mine.”