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“Your love will end tragically—he won’t save you.” I lift my gaze, words stuck in my throat as she looks deeply into my eyes. “But you will save him.”
Chills explode over my body, eyes searching hers, almost feeling like I want to cry. Like I can feel the end of a story I’ve never read.
Closing my eyes, I take one last deep breath and open them to stare at the moon. That globed, elegant, bold full moon is nothing but a curse. Nothing good happens when a moon like that is out because it’s the only thing allowed to be beautiful, so it curses all the moments that could be.
She’s looking at me the same way she did the other day. It’s unnerving, like I can almost feel her thoughts. Because they feel like mine.
Fuck, I can’t stop looking at her. It’s like every piece of her calls to me. Like magnets.
“The moon is a wicked bitch. She curses everything.”
My smile matches his. Or his matches mine. I can’t tell. It’s like we’re feeling everything at the same time, in this exact moment, with identical depth.
“Then I guess I’ll have to ask you again in the daylight. Wouldn’t want us cursed.”
“See you in the daylight.”
This is life. Wild, free, and filled with the possibility of Sutton.
Just a good girl—only willing to get on her knees to pray. And the most dominant part of me wanted to make her dirty.
What the fuck is it with men? We see something clean and want to run a smudge down the middle.
A town like St. Simeon is an illusion—a mirage. It doesn’t really fucking exist. Their side is the same as ours—corrupt, cruel, greedy. We just don’t have the luxury of hiding it all behind five-hundred-dollar sunglasses and afternoon polo matches.
It’s better to be the wolf than the bitch that hides in sheep’s clothing.
Something deep inside of me, something I refuse as fast as it brims, tells me that we’re already cursed if she’s from that side. We don’t need the moon.
The cigarette was nice, but she’s the only thing I wanted to inhale.
Goddamn, I want this girl bad. I want my hand in her hair, holding her over the hood of my car for anyone to see just to prove they can’t fucking have her. She’s my wild beauty. Mine to ruin, to fuck, to have.
“See you in the daylight.”
And a word of advice—boys don’t like to be caged in. Bide your time, let him fly, and he’ll remember you when it matters. Hunter Kelly comes from the kind of family who’s worth your while.”
The misogyny is gross
nod, glancing back at the boy with a storm behind his angel eyes and the devil in his soul, watching him watch me. Feeling just as lost in him as I was last night.
“Then I guess I’ll have to ask you again in the daylight. Wouldn’t want us cursed.” But we are.
That girl’s a siren’s call—fiery red hair, with eyes greener than envy luring me right off a fucking cliff.
It felt a lot like Sutton wished she’d never met me, but I’d do last night over again a thousand more times if it meant I could have another chance to kiss her. I should’ve fucking kissed her.
Last night goes to my goddamn grave because if Pops finds out, there are only two outcomes: I become a liability or an advantage. I don’t like either.
There’s no way in hell either of us could ever cross this line. But I have to see her. One more time.
What the fuck am I doing? We don’t just come from two different worlds. More like parallel universes.
My eyes drop as I take a step away, feeling something I can’t explain. It’s like being shown the sun and then imprisoned in darkness.
Our fathers are enemies. Our lives are predestined—doomed from the start. Except there was this moment. An amazing fucking moment when she smiled at me with al...
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You walk the fuck away. Forget this girl. Because if you do one good thing in your goddamn life, it’ll be to leave Sutton Prescott alone.
I take a step closer, not on purpose, but her body calls me to it.
“Because I was born that way… Why are you a liar?” “Because I promised I’d stay away from you.”
Her gasp is swallowed by my tongue dipping inside, taking the exact fucking thing I wanted last night—a kiss. But this one’s rough and forceful. Because I’m willing to steal something undeserved and leave her lips swollen from the fucking possession I feel.
I want to burn my mark into the softness of her mouth—more than I’ve ever needed anything.
She tastes like regret, but I’m happy to suffer through it because I’ve never felt a bigger high.
Her lips drag over mine, tongues moving in rhythm, breath stolen and given until we’re the only goddamn thing that exists. Fuck. I’ve kissed her my whole life—it’s what it feels like.
My head tilts in the other direction, hand rooted in her hair as I deepen our connection again.
The shit I’m feeling right now scares me. I barely know her. But right now, hearing my fucking name said like a goddamn prayer from those sweet lips—I’ll kill any person that tries to take my place. There’s no doubt in my mind. That’s the power this girl holds over me.
Walk the fuck away before you actually burn it all to the ground.
I know my place isn’t with her, but I also can’t shake the feeling that hers is with me.
For a few precious moments, she made me forget about the blood on my hands and the gun at my back. Because all I felt was her.
“You never let another man fight your goddamn battles. I don’t give a fuck how bad it hurts—if there’s breath in you, you fight. To the fucking death if it’s your time. But you never roll the fuck over. You understand me?”
Sometimes when you say stuff out loud, it makes it too real, and I’m not ready to give up the fantasy. Even if I have to give up hope.
“There are three levels. I jump from the middle one, and the bottom one is for the girls, mostly. Nobody does the top—it’s too dangerous, and only people with a death wish try that shit. It’s fine. You’ll see.”
“Every damn time we see that girl, you’re staring at her like she’s the only fucking thing you see. If she ain’t shit to you, then why can’t you take your eyes off her?”
And I know Roman’s right, but I can’t stop this goddamn feeling—one that says she’s mine. I want her. I’ll have her. And fuck anyone who tells me otherwise.
There is no magic. No Romeo. No prince. Just a bunch of dicks, ready to mindfuck you over.
“I’m here because you are.”
I’ve known him over lifetimes. That’s the only real explanation for why the boy I just met makes me feel safer than anyone else.
Calder feels like magic and forevers. And if I’m only feeling this way because of this moment, I don’t want tomorrow.
What did you do to my baby, motherfucker?
