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Euphoria: A feeling you get from a good fuck, or from stepping off of an airplane after spending almost an entire day strapped into a seat so tiny only your left ass cheek fits.
That’s my fucking girl.
“Let me in,” she murmurs quietly, inching closer to me. The seconds flick away slowly around us. “You wouldn't like what you would see.”
There's a reason why we distance ourselves from the memories that haunt us. We do it to protect ourselves—to help keep the façade of happiness intact. Why the fuck would we willingly want to revisit the demons living in the deep dark closets in the back of our minds? The ones that we purposefully locked away?
“Where does that leave you then? What's your so-called addiction?” I ask curiously. My skin flares when he turns and locks his eyes with mine. “You, Gray. I think I'm addicted to you.”
My words seem to spark a reaction from inside him because he whips his head to the side and lets out a string of curses before smashing our mouths together.
“That’s for you. It’s been like that for years, but you never gave me the chance to tell you.”
“We both know that isn't true, baby.”
“Yeah, baby. Let's go home.
She looks like a beautiful disaster. But for some ungodly reason, she's my beautiful disaster.
“Good, baby. Always good.”
“That's cool. Why is he here? In your kitchen? When you're wearing the same amount of clothes you do when you make coffee every morning after I fuck your brains out?”
“If you see her in the lobby, turn around. If she's in the elevator when the doors open, wait for the next one. If you can see her wherever you are, close your fucking eyes. But I don't want to find you so much as breathing the same air as her again unless you want to spend the remainder of your days in a fucking wheelchair. Got it, Cody?”
“When you told me you were falling in love with me, did you mean it?” I almost laugh at his question, but I know that would only send warning bells through his head, forcing him to lock himself up again. Instead, I give my head a light shake and stand on my tiptoes to place a kiss on his right cheek. “I would never lie to you about something like that.”
“Good.” “Good?”
“Yeah. Or else telling you that I'm in love with you would have been incredibly awkward.”
