Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

“You’re not good for me,” she whispered brokenly, clinging to the hand I had wrapped around her. “I get that now.” Her fingers dug into my forearm. “But it doesn’t stop my heart from loving you, or my head from wanting you.” I could feel her pain. It was hemorrhaging out of her chest and pouring straight into mine. She was the only person I’d ever loved that hadn’t been produced from between my mother’s legs. That was a horrible fucking image, but I meant it. I cared very little about anything or anyone besides the children who shared my bloodline, because those poor defenseless bastards shared my misfortune. But I cared about the girl in my arms. I cared an awful lot about this girl. “You might be the addict in this relationship, but you’re also the habit that I need to kick,” she choked out, chest heaving as she turned in my arms to face me. “Because I feel like I’m dying when I’m with you, and I feel like I’m dead when I’m not.” Her tears were on my shoulder. I could feel them. It shook me to my fucking core. I wanted to make it up to her, show her the better side of me, but I was just so fucking tired. I was bone weary, on the inside and out. Her eyes were red and swollen. There was no morality in this. No one needed to love me if it meant that it hurt them this deeply. “Aoife.” What was left of my heart cracked clean open in my chest. “It kills me that I’ve done this to you.” “And I can’t walk away, because I know that there’s still a little bit of you left in there,”...