Page 65 of Wildest Forever

I gave her every part of me and she dangled me until I was of no use, yet I still craved something from her, but I didn't know what.

I had her friendship, I always had it.

She was finally with the man she loved, the man it has always been and I couldn't even be mad. Her and Riggs were soulmates.

I knew that. Damn, everyone knew that.

My stomach knots.

I hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway and I find myself holding my breath.

They stop for a moment and disappointment settles in my stomach but then I hear them again, and this time they get closer.

I see her shadow on the floor, and I find myself sitting up and waiting.

Her head pops around and I give her a lopsided smile.

“I just wanted to...” she trails off for a moment, hovering in the doorway.

I wait for her to speak the words. I didn't want to interrupt her.

“Well,” she knots her fingers. “I just wanted to thank you for opening up a little... it was nice to hear.”

I nod softly.

I could say so much more, but then again, I didn't want to burden her with the shit that was going on in my life.

Silence creeps around the room and I have to stop myself from pushing to my feet and scooping her pretty face into my hands, dust my lips over hers and make her mine.

But she isn't there.

Neither am I.

She would just be a rebound maybe? A little fun before I got bored and moved onto the next girl.

I suppose I had a bit of a reputation, picking girls up then never contacting them again.

I was always a sucker for a blonde.

I didn't want to have that with Morgan. I wanted to get to know her, develop our friendship and see what this could become.

We could fizzle out into nothing, just stay platonic until we both agreed that the ranch was safe and so was she.

Or we could have a whirlwind romance and fall head over heels.

I don't see it being the latter, even though there is a slither of hope in me that this could become more... but I don't want to get my hopes up.

I don't want to hold onto something that is a complete fabrication of my mind.

“Well, goodnight,” she says softly, and I wish her a goodnight before she closes my door and I am alone again.

My alarm screamsat me and I groan as I hit the snooze button.

I didn't sleep great.

Took me ages to drift off, and when I did, my mind was plagued with nightmares.

Hated it.

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