Page 42 of BounBound By Scars

“Didyoudie? Like… on the inside?” I tapped on my chest.

I wasn’t even aware of what I was saying anymore.

Zane snorted. “You could say that.”

Maybe I should get today’s date tattooed on my neck.

I definitely died a little today.

Or maybe just the month and year.

That sounds—

“Stupid.” Zane said, cutting off my thought.

I scowled. “Stop reading my mind.”

“Stop saying things that come to your head. Better yet… think in Hindi.”

Oh.

Shit.

Maybe I should.

“Or…” Zane took the glass I didn’t even realize I was holding and set it on the table. “You go back to your room and sleep this off.”

“Sleep what off?”

“Whatever your depressed ass is thinking about.”

I let out a slow breath, my head lolling back.

“I was just… Amelia.”

Her name escaped me. A breathless, half-broken whisper.

Shit.

I didn’t think I would ever get rid of this feeling. This was different from before.

Just her name on my lips made me want to haveheron my lips.

Her anything, really.

Her forehead.

Her nose.

Her lips.

Her throat.

Her collarbone.

Her breas—

A hand slapped over my mouth.

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