The Unrequited

by Saffron A. Kent

Because I’m a girl who’s not supposed to be the love of someone’s life, not with my selfishness. I was meant to live in the shadows and secrets. I can be Thomas’ secret, for a little while, at least—until I absorb all of his pain and set him free.

“I feel like I’m sick, Layla. Burning up. Sweating. Like every cell in my body is vibrating.” His teeth are gritted, his words infused with his lust and exertion. “It starts in my gut. Then it travels up to my chest and shoulders, and I feel a raging pain in the back of my skull. That’s when I know I’m going to catch fire any second if I don’t get it under control, if I don’t stop thinking about you.”

“This is what I think about,” he bites. “It doesn’t even matter if you’re around. This. Bursting every door down so I can get to your pussy. All I can think about is fucking you, Layla. All the time. Every time. You’re in my fucking blood, and I’ll tear apart anyone who dares to fucking touch you.”