Releasing 10 (Boys of Tommen, #6)

by Chloe Walsh

He was suffering the consequences of loving a person like me.

Afterward, I was offered a birth control implant in my arm to prevent pregnancy for three years. I took it. Because I was a mess. The equivalent of a human wrecking ball. Everyone and everything I came into contact with ended up ruined, and I didn’t need to bring any babies into the world and ruin them, too.

Deciding to go with the organ that hadn’t led me down a decade-long rabbit hole of pain, I closed the space between us and cupped her pretty face in my hands. Filled with a fucked-up concoction of uncertainty, guilt, and excitement, I threw caution to the wind, leaned in close, and pressed my lips to hers.

“And I want you to move on from me,” she said, choking on the words like they physically pained her. “I don’t want you to feel guilty about it or think you’re doing something wrong, because you aren’t. Because you are too amazing of a person to spend your life stuck on a fuckup like me.”