Interference (St. Michaels Duet, #1)

by Harlow Cole

More freckles had popped out across her nose after too much time in the sun today. Like a little constellation of happiness, they made me forget the dark.

“It’s okay to go. I promise I’m gonna make you proud someday.”

“Thank you for loving me back.”

“She is. She’s . . . fuck, I can’t really put it into words. She’s just . . . everything I need.”

I tried to imagine what the darkness would be like without her to pull me through it.

this

I just don’t know if I’m in a place to give you better right now. Someday . . . someday I’ll be good enough. I promise.”

The blaze that started between us, way too long ago, broke out into a full-fledged inferno. The flames danced at our feet.

I wanted to be enough. Enough to make him stay.

We’d been trying to choose the right time. The wrong one had clearly been chosen for us.

I might be a mistake, but I won’t turn her into one.”

Old habits don’t die. They wither on the vine.

To the whole world, those words meant one thing. To Brayden, they always meant goodbye.

You have a story to tell. I can see it. Why haven’t you told it yet?”