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Good girls like her weren’t made for guys like me. And bad boys never fell for girls like her.
I was stupid to think that it wouldn’t end up this way. That she wouldn’t be standing here, confused and hurt, and that I wouldn’t be standing here, holding my bloody heart in my hands as she threw it back at me. She didn’t even know I’d given her my heart. I didn’t even know. I didn’t even know I had much of one to begin with, and here I was, bleeding out with her standing just a few feet away.
😢
I didn’t like seeing her like this. My heart screamed, and I needed it to stop. I needed her little snarky remarks to come back. I begged for her rightful anger to rear its head again so she could stop bleeding out in front of me. “Gemma, baby. I want you to breathe.” My forehead came down and rested along hers. It was sweaty, and I shut my eyes, wanting to take everything away from her. I didn’t know what I was taking, but I would take it. I would take her hurt and make it my own.
Oh Isaiah…
“You’re mine,” I whispered against her sweet taste. “Give me everything you have. I’ll take it.”
Jesus. I wanted her forever. I saw nothing but her. I felt nothing but her. She was my goddamn kryptonite, which was exactly why I needed to let her go. One last time.
His finger skimmed over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and my legs grew unsteady. “Mine,” he growled, nipping my lips again. “And I will break every one of his fingers for hurting you.”
“I love you, and I will not stop trying to make the world a better place for someone like you.”
He kissed the tip of my nose gently, and I shut my eyes, feeling him everywhere. “Even when you’re far away from here, I’ll never stop looking for you.” His lips moved over my mouth. “I will find you, Gem.”
This guy 😍
