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Now I have to pretend like I didn't just sleep with my best friend's sister. Again.
My jaw goes slack. 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.”
“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.
“Feel how hard my heart is beating,” I mutter, almost begging. “That’s for you. It’s been like that for years, but you never gave me the chance to tell you.”
The rugged, broken, shadow of a man only seems to light up for me, and my God, the beams are so bright that the sun wouldn't dare challenge him.
My blood thumps in my throat, and I nearly choke on air when he pulls his helmet off and smiles that damn spine-chilling smile. Right. At. Me.
If betrayal had an expression, she would be wearing it right now. Fuck.
“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?”
I have her shoved back against the living room wall before she can finish her sentence.
“Yeah?” Please don't say something that will tear me to shreds while I'm standing naked as the day I was born with cum dripping down my thighs.
“Yeah. Or else telling you that I'm in love with you would have been incredibly awkward.”
What even is air right now?
His lips spread in a toothy grin and my heart skips more than a few too many beats. God, he's beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
“Sweet dreams, my love.”
SOBBINH I LOVE THEM
He's shifting the blame to me to try and hide whatever's been eating at him the past couple of days.
She's my light—my guide as I walk through the darkest parts of myself, always leading me back home. Back to her. Where I should have been a long time ago.
That if presented the chance, I should bail you out of jail, no questions asked.”
Gripping his hair again, I decide that this is exactly where I want to spend every single one of my future days. With him.
I close my eyes and press my forehead to hers, letting her familiar scent calm me down.
She smells like home.
