She is everything I have ever wanted. Everything I told myself I couldn’t, no that I didn’tdeserveto have.
But now that I’ve reached this point, there’s no going back.
I’ve crossed the line of no return.
She’s mine.
“Mm.” I whisper, savoring the taste of her as I tear myself away.
Rebel pants against my mouth. Her fingers are clamped around my biceps as if she’s holding onto me for dear life.
I lean back to meet her gaze. Her blue eyes are darker than normal, the electricity between us turning them a rich shade of ocean blue. Her bun comes undone, causing golden waves to spill around her shoulders.
My eyes remain steady on her. “Rebel.”
Her eyelashes flutter.
I canfeelher mind racing with a flood of panicked thoughts.
I call her name again and this time, I anchor her body to mine, forcing her to look at me. I want to make sure she hears what I say next.
“Rebel.”
Her eyes meet mine and her shoulders go taut, like every muscle just tightened at once.
I say nothing and just look at her.
Can she see it? My feelings for her? The decades of yearning?
“Rebel,” I call one more time.
“What?”
“That was real.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SEVEN
REBEL
Gunner Kinsey ismy mortal enemy and has been since I was six years old.
I still remember breaking my crayon in anger the day he walked past me on the swings, acting as if he hadn’t seen me.
I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t fall for him again. The moment I did, I’d be aneener, neener, pumpkin eater.
Which, apparently… I am.
That kiss set decades of effort up in flames. The ten foot walls I built, the careful life I curated that erased every hint of our past…poof.
Gone.
All because he said it was real.
That kiss.
The intense look in his eyes.