Unsteady

by Peyton Corinne

Sadie’s my friend, if even that. But I’m in her orbit now, and she’s becoming my goddamn center of gravity. Whether she realizes it or not.

No deal needed—if she keeps looking at me like this, I’ll do anything she says.

I think I like what the aftermath of Sadie Gray looks like on me.

A hand grabs my wrist hard, little fingernails pressing into my skin, and I almost moan; I’d know the feel of Sadie’s skin even if I were blind.

And I want to be hers, almost more than I want her to be mine.

I’m going to come too fast. That, or tell her I love her or something worse.

“I think I’m in love with her.” I hear Rhys tell Bennett, but his voice doesn’t lower even a notch. “And she won’t let me in.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to have to do to prove to you and Oliver that I’m not leaving—and honestly, I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it.”

“You don’t need to say anything right now, okay? I can love you enough for the both of us.”