Do You Want Me? (This Love Hurts, #0.5)

by W. Winters

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. ~Friedrich Nietzsche

It’s an undeniable feeling when you miss someone you know you shouldn’t.

I did always love him. There wasn’t a moment that I didn’t love him. He knows that. He has to know that I still love him; we just simply couldn’t be together. We decided. We decided together. “You said you’d let me go,” I whisper, speaking over my strangled breaths. My gaze never leaves his, even as tears prick my eyes. Not until he answers me. “I changed my mind.”

Some days you’re the dog. Some days you’re the hydrant. My auntie Lindie told me that one when I was young.

The sinful smell of caffeine addiction is the only thing that’s been comforting so far today.

And in those, I’m just as guilty as he was. Not in the beginning. Not until I realized…

I’m such a prick for leading her on. But damn do I love to be wanted by her. To be so obviously desired, it makes me feel in ways I’ve never felt before.

We had an unspoken deal. “Had” being the operative word. I now have something I truly desire and no reason not to take it.