Parties (Girls Weekend, #2)

by C.M. Nascosta

Tate didn’t need to be unwound, Silva thought. He needed to be rewound. Somewhere along the line, his coil of existence had twisted; twisted and kinked, and the rest of the spool had tightened around his heart. She needed to rewind him, she was certain; unspool his closely guarded emotions, untwist the flaw that kept him holding himself from her at arm’s length, and rewind their threads together.

"Well, you’ve never asked, dove, have you? You can call me whatever you’d like. Or don’t call me anything at all, it’s of no consequence to me. You're the only one with anything to lose here. I told you once before you'll always have a place to come. If that's the place to run away from your family for a few hours, or your husband, or your children, it doesn't make a difference. I'll be there waiting for you. It doesn't matter what you call me, little dove. You have your whole life in your hand, and you're worried if I'm going to call my girlfriend? Do you think a girlfriend is all that you are, Silva?"

"You're my heartbeat, Silva. You're the pulse in my chest and the blood in my veins. You want to rip me open, dove? Take a bite out of my heart? It already belongs to you, so you can do as you wish, and it doesn't matter what you call me. You’re the only reason for breathin', and if you come to your senses and kiss me goodbye in the morning and then put me out of your mind, it won't change a thing. It won't change what you are. You'll always be mine, Silva. That doesn't mean you should want me as yours."

"I would give you the entire world, if I could, Silva. I'd pull the stars from the heavens to lay them at your feet. But I can't give you any of the things you want, dove. I can't give you anything beyond this moment, I can't promise you a tomorrow. I won't make promises to you that I'm not able to keep, so please don't ask me to."