Page 16 of BounBound By Scars

Fuck.

That kiss was going to ruin me.

The water hit my back in heavy sheets, but it didn’t ease the pressure in my chest. Or lower.

I braced one hand against the tile wall, head bowed under the stream, hoping that maybe the heat could scald the memory of her away.

But it didn’t.

All I could see was her. Her lips—trembling and soft as they met mine that night.

My cock was so achingly hard—imagining things I could probably never have with her.

I gritted my teeth. My forehead dropped against the tile.

It wasn’t even a proper kiss. Not the one I wanted to give her.

Not the the one I’d imagined for years.

I should’ve traced the curve of her mouth until she shivered, kissed her until every doubt she ever had about us melted into nothing.

My hand slid down. Not to ease the ache, but to fuel the fire.

To imagine it was her hand.

Her soft gasp in my ear as I whispered her name like a prayer.

My grip tightened, my body moving in a slow, helpless rhythm.

Each breath a curse.

Because I wasn’t supposed to be here.

Not alone. I should be with her.

My name should be on her lips—like it meant something. LikeImeant something.

My release hit harder than I expected, stealing my breath. I slumped forward, the spray of the water washing it all away.

But it couldn’t touch the hollow ache. This wasn’t pleasure anymore.

This was rage.

This was misery.

I stayed like that for a while—motionless, the steam rising like smoke around me. Praying for one more chance to tell her the whole truth.

???

All I had planned was to meet Logan and Kaylan in the evening. He’d asked me to help Kaylan with asset relocation for her parent’s house.

I wasn’t even supposed to be in this Blackthorn building.

But that reallywasAmelia sprinting out of Sebastian’s apartment, wasn’t it? And I wasn’t imagining the flush on her cheeks.

It was there.

It happened.

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