Page 27 of Love Me

Blake approaches me. “What the fuck, man?”

Abigail’s features are pulled so tight they might snap. “You’re desperate for her attention.”

“Do you need help?” Bailey asks.

“Thank you, but no need.”

“Hello? I’m talking to you.” Abigail twists her fingers in front of my face.

“Dramatic much?”

She stomps away, followed by Bailey.

Blake shakes his head at me. “Why are you smiling, idiot?”

“She’s not immune.”

“She’s also with someone else.”

The reminder feels like boiling water raining down on my body; I can feel the blisters forming.

Yes, she is, and it tears me apart.

They are probably somewhere fucking, fucking with my head even worse.

I fist my hands at my sides, trying to purge that image from my brain that shreds my composure like nothing else. He squeezes my shoulder.

“She made her choice. Respect that.”

I should, but there are two parts of my body, my heart and my dick, that are not in sync with my head.

“We’re counting on you,” he reminds me.

We all want out, but since Blake started working with his father for more intel, he has been teetering on the edge.

“Patience, Blake.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then tell me how to help you.”

“No one can.”

I know everything about my friends, but he’s hiding something. Even drunk, he never slips.

After I finish carrying the broken parts of my piano to the trash outside and with Celine away, I go to her room.

Her reaction pushes me to cross boundaries. Everything in me remembers her, wants her, and is desperate to have her, even though she belongs to someone else.

What am I going to do with you, my sky? Loving you is my doom. Hating you would be impossible, especially since it’s my fault. Death would be more merciful than this ongoing agony.

Her sweet scent lingers around me. It’s a mix of a spring flower bouquet with a hint of her sweet, natural scent that intoxicates my senses.

I go through the boxes in her closet when I see one tossed in the back corner. As I open the lid, I fall on my ass, my fingers trembling when I pick up the platinum necklace I gave her.

Still keeping it, huh?

I shove it in my pocket, satisfaction pumping through me. If she comes for the necklace, I will know she searched for it. It’s a loss for her and a win for me.

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