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“You don’t love me,”
“You love the idea of me. You love how I don’t turn down the high, and how I don’t turn away from the rush. You love the way we fuck. You love the money we make off this shit, you love the power it gives you. And you love that even when you treat me like nothing more than the dirt on the bottom of your shoes, I come running back to you every fucking time.”
“But you. Don’t. Love. Me.”
Goose bumps erupt all over my skin when he runs the tip of his nose down the length of my neck. My pulse quickens, my body vibrating.
“You smell the same,” he whispers. “I didn’t expect you to smell the same.”
“What did you expect?” I ask him.
“I just thought you would be different. I wanted some part of you to be and feel different.”
“Why would you want me to be different?”
“Because I am.”
“You’re not different,”
“You’re finally exactly who you were meant to be.”
“Please,” I breathe out. “Just go. I don’t want to do this with you right now.” “Do what?”
“You don’t want to hear
about how leaving you turned my world upside down? How it nearly killed me?”
“You don’t want to hear about how I fucked my way through Seattle trying to forget you?”
“Or would you rather hear about all the guys I let inside me, imagining they were you.”
“That got you a little, didn’t it?” he taunts. “Stop,” I manage to choke out. “Please.” “Stop what?” he asks. “Telling you things you don’t want to hear? Or making you feel things you don’t want to feel?”
“You think leaving you was something I did on a whim? Without a second thought?”
He stops when he reaches my ear and whispers, “Leaving you broke my heart.”
Whatever I thought was salvageable has now been completely obliterated. There is nothing left of us but rubble and ashes. There is nothing tangible that we can hold on to and put back together.
I press on the handle and pull the office door toward me, when a hand slams against the wood, closing it immediately.
“I want to blame you so fucking much,”
“I know that, but you broke more than my heart when you left, Frankie. You broke me
“Don’t. We both know you deserve someone better than a junkie.”
“You think I left because of your addiction?”
“It doesn’t even matter why you left.”
“The bottom line is still the same. You. Left.”
“Stop being so hard on yourself. You deserve good things, Arlo.”
“I don’t want good things,” he whispers into the space between us. “I’ve never wanted good things. I just want you.”
“I’m certain this is a bad idea,” I say. “But I’m going to kiss you now, and if you don’t want me to or—” “Frankie,”
“Yeah?” “Shut up and kiss me.”
Glancing down at his mouth, I waste no time claiming what has...
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My hand curls around the nape of his neck, keep...
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as my lips meet his and finally find th...
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