Unloved (The Unlucky Ones #2)

by Marley Valentine

“I kind of just tell myself if I wanted to be sober, I could be,” I admit. “And if I keep failing, then I don’t want it badly enough.”

I am Samuel Hart, in love with his best friend, living in denial and so fucking full of regret.

I want to kiss him. I want to cradle his face in my hands and finally press my lips to his. I want to finally tell him how I feel about him, without saying anything at all.

“I love that only you say my name that way,” I say into the speaker. “Like I’m yours.” I press send on the message, my body shaking with anxiety. I did not intend for any of this to happen, but I won’t take it back unless he wants me to. “Are you?” he asks. “Mine?” I speak my truth into the phone and send it. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

Samuel isn’t the protective bodyguard in the bedroom; he listens to each and every one of Lennox’s instructions like a good fucking boy.

“I love you,” he says, reading off the screen. “I love you both. I love you individually. I love us all together. All my todays are for you, and all my tomorrows are because of you.”