Your Fault (Culpable, #2)

by Mercedes Ron

Just being with him, just touching him, was enough to make me lose control. It didn’t matter how much time passed; it didn’t matter that we’d spent the whole previous day together. I never got tired of him, never lost that painful attraction that brought us together like two magnets.

“I love you, Nick. Do you love me?” “I love you more than I love myself,”

Why did he have to be so jealous and controlling? I couldn’t stand it. Did he not trust me, dammit?

I was torn between wanting to kiss her all over and wanting to choke her for leaving me here, and I didn’t know which urge was stronger.

Now I saw it clearly: the sense of safety I felt with him, how good I felt when he was there… It was true what he was saying—I needed him. He was the one I trusted, the cure to my nightmares, the one who could scare my demons away.

“You’ve got me under your spell… I’m more yours than I am my own. I’ll do whatever you ask, whatever you want. I promise, babe.”

And with his words and his body glued to mine, I stopped feeling so cold.

How could he be my sickness and my cure at the same time?

I wasn’t crying for just Nick or just me: I was crying for us, for Nick and Noah…because there wouldn’t be a we anymore, right? I would never be able to forgive him. Or would I?

It hurts when someone breaks your heart, but that’s nothing compared to breaking the heart of the person you love with all your soul.

My fear of being hurt had kept me from being loved, because Nick had loved me with all his heart, but I had pushed him away over and over until finally I’d dragged him into the darkness that surrounded me almost every hour of the day.