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237 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 25, 2021
“If you want some dick, Victoria, you’d do better to find someone who’s actually interested.”
“If you’re offering, and no one will find out, I’m game. Where are you staying here?”
“After tonight, this never happens again. We don’t even talk about it.”
“I don’t want to say this was a letdown, but I didn’t think you were a two-pump chump.”
“Do you still think of Sara?”
“I think about her every goddamn day,” he finally admits, causing the last remaining fragments of my crush on him to die a hundred deaths.
Last night, he admitted to thinking of Sara every single day.
Not until he rests his cheek against mine and whispers, “I’ll be the one who says when this is done.”
I bided my time with Sara, desperately waiting for the day I could see her be just as carefree, and all I got was one night with her before she ran.
I’ll find her one day, but for now, I’ll use Victoria to help pass the time.
She makes a good point. At least when I’m inside of her, my head isn’t chasing the one girl I do want.
“I don’t do friends. I don’t do heartfelt conversations, and I’m not doing you anymore. Fuck off, Victoria. Go pick your flowers or whatever, just stop acting like you’re more than a fuck to me.”
Pulling my phone out, I hit Sara’s number and press send. Not expecting it to ring, I listen to her voice timidly telling me to leave a message.
He’s never been an open book, but I remember times before Sara left town, I’d see them around school, and he’d talk nonstop with her.
He shakes his head. “Not a chance. I won’t ever be bound to this club.”
He’s no doubt going to track down Sara fucking Lancaster, the girl who got away. For someone who’s a closed book, he’s not all that hard to read sometimes.
“You can go now.” Opening my eyes, I roll my head to the side and meet his eyes. “Excuse me?” “Don’t look at me like that. You’re not my girlfriend. You’re not even my friend.”
“You’re right, you’re not Sara. You’re nowhere near her level.”
“At least when I lay on my back for you, it’s not because I’m using you to protect me from my daddy.”
I wish Sara would’ve looked at me the way Tor does. It wasn’t until our last night together that her eyes darkened with lust, and we took each other’s virginity.
And like a fucking fool, guilt sets in, because I sure as shit know it’s not Victoria I really want.
There’s nothing Victoria can say about Sara that could truly rile me. I was the one who knew her, not Victoria.
“I’m not that kind of girl, Luca Jackson.”
“I think you are. I think you’d try anything for me.”
“Anal is girlfriend material kind of sex,” I tease, working his angle to my advantage. “And since you haven’t claimed me...”
“I’ll just keep you as a booty call, then. Your pussy, it is.”
“My tastes in a girlfriend are quite high, and much different than my lower standards for a fuck. Pussy is pussy, Victoria, and yours is nothing special.”
“I don’t need to love you to have a baby.” The sharp lash of his tongue still has the ability to cut me deep.
“We’re not together, Tor. I don’t have to do that shit.”
Rosie passes my table and I reach out, grabbing her wrist. Flicking my eyes over in Tor’s direction, making sure she’s still watching me, I smile up at Rosie with the red hair. “I’ll see you around, yeah?” Her smile grows.
My hands clam up as I twist the doorknob, and then the world erupts into flames as I see Luca fucking some girl from behind. Her face is in the air as he yanks back on her hair, just like he’s done with me so many times.
He doesn’t even bother stopping, continuing to thrust his hips repeatedly back and forth. The girl didn’t even realise I had come into the room until he spoke.
My life is ruined over a fucking boy. He was my first love. His first love was her.
No matter how long she stays away, he’ll never love anyone else, not ever again.
She’s back.
She hasn’t changed much. She’s still more skinny than slim. Her hair is still long, and more blonde than dirty blonde. She still doesn’t wear much make-up, but her clothes show she has money to buy nice things,
“If I knew this would bring you home, I’d have killed him years ago.”
“Yeah, leaving is what you do best. I tell you I killed your worthless father, and you go to leave like I don’t deserve fucking answers from you.”
Our plan was to run together, leave Willow’s Peak, and never look back. Only, she was the one who left without me.
“She tried to kill herself last night.”
“I’ve seen pain, blood, and death since you’ve been gone, but none of it hit me harder than you running out on me.”
I’m fed up with watching the world pass me by and being left behind.
This is why I hate having contact with him. I’m always the one left hurting, and hating myself for loving a boy who will never love me back.
Luca steps out. Before I can look away, I see Sara stepping out behind him. He brought her here?
So much for Sara leaving town. I knew better, and I fucking knew she wasn’t just going to disappear as fast as she appeared.
“I used to be your only friend. Was she my replacement?”
“Coming for what, though? How do you see this playing out?” “I don’t know. I’m asking for a chance to see where we end up. See what could’ve been if I never ran.”
And like a bad omen, the man himself jogs down the stairs with his perfect Sara close behind him.
I have the woman I’ve always wanted back, and I need to make this work.
“You slept with someone else and planned for me to catch you. I knew you were cruel, but that was an extra level kind of cruel.”