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“The difference between him and me is that he left his family. Mine left me.”
I wish I could go back and freeze time. I’d rewind to our wedding night and live it over and over again, because that’s when we were the happiest.
“Ten minutes?” he asks, and I nod. “See, that’s where we differ. You only need ten minutes with me, but I needed the rest of my life with you.”
“There’s a part of me that still loves you,” I say honestly. “There’s always going to be a part of me that still loves you. But right now, there’s a part of me that wants to hate you, and I’m not sure which is stronger.” She sniffles, wiping away her tears and nodding. “I get that. I do.” I get up from the table and put my fist on it. “Just do me a favor?” “Anything,” she replies, and I know she means that. “Don’t go anywhere until I figure it out.” There’s a glint of hope in her eyes, and the corners of my mouth raise slightly before I walk away. As I go back behind the bar, I see Riley
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“I don’t hate you, baby,” I whisper. “I just hate that I wasn’t enough.”
The feeling of her lips on mine again was pure fire. It was like being deprived of oxygen for hours and then sucking it in straight. It’s the only thing I could think about for the rest of that day and all the next, even in the midst of everything we’re dealing with. But more than anything, it scared the hell out of me, because her kiss is intoxicating, and I know too well what it’s like to be addicted to her. The withdrawal is a bitch.
“Come here,” I say, pulling her against me while being careful not to hurt her. “We’ll figure it out. Okay? You’re safe. I promise.” She leans the side of her head against me and finds the comfort she’s looking for in me. Not Cam. Not Mali. Me. Which is exactly where she fucking belongs—in my arms.
I put my hand on Laiken’s leg and tap three times, just like we used to do. I. Love. You. Because I do love her. I’ve never loved anyone but her. I might still be working on being able to say it again, but she needs to know that I do.
Jesus Christ. This sweet talking, swoony motherfucker. How the hell am I supposed to grow old with him, when he’s constantly making my heart feel like it’s going to burst with how much I love him?
I will spend the rest of my life being incomprehensibly in love with her. And if there’s a life after this one, I’ll go to the ends of the earth to find her again, because her soul and mine are two halves of a whole. There’s no me without her.
