‘It’s no way to live.’ I shake my head. ‘It’s the only way I can live,’ she says sadly. ‘But just so you know, I… I like you too.’ My glass stills, halfway to my lips. Her admission detonates a bomb of emotions inside of me—heat, hope, longing. My greedy gaze eats her up, lust lances my stomach. She likes me. She fucking likes me. To hear her say it out loud sets my world spinning on its axis. Until the cold crash of reality hits. No matter how we feel about each other, we can never act on it. And it fucking kills me.
