Page 28 of Touch Her and Die
“You think I give a shit if photos leak about my girlfriend? The one that is my choice?”
I shrugged.
“How about we start with the fact I just asked you to marry me, and you said you didn’t know?”
I froze.
“You didn’t ask me to marry you.”
His hand shot out to my wrist where I had rested my arm against his shoulder.
“The hell I didn’t. You were the one to bring up an elopement and then I said would you want to, and then you just, well, you said no.”
I thought about what he was saying. Had I said no? Was marriage even a thing I saw for myself?
“I mean, I said I didn’t want her to marry you.”
His features darkened, and the lines of his face flattened.
“You only want me so someone else can’t have me. I’ve just fucked up everything with my family for a woman who has zero desire to fucking give herself to me? I would fucking die for you. And you? You just wanted to make sure no one else could have me?”
This was one of those moments that I didn’t know how to respond.
“Pause. Time the fuck out. What is happening?” I asked.
He grabbed my chin a little more forcefully than necessary.
“I want to marry you. I didn’t know that until this whole thing fucking happened. But I want to spend the rest of this miserable fucking life with you.”
I swallowed.
Marriage.
I’d never seen anything like that for myself.
But what was my life without Parks?
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parks
What the hellwas wrong with me?
Her.
Fucking Halle was wrong with me. The way those big green eyes looked back at me, I swear it was the same way she looked at me as I sank deep inside her.
“Halle, fucking say something. Sorry if this wasn’t what either of us signed up for. But fuck. Now that I see it all, you’re meant for me. We’re meant for each other. No one is ever going to know how to tame those demons inside you. Not like I do.”
She blinked.
“You’re never quiet, Halle. I don’t even think you know what the word means.”
I’d never played a game I couldn’t win. I’d have sworn that she was mine. That she was on my side and that I was going to win her because she wasn’t even a game. She was just mine. How in the hell had I been so fucking wrong?
I remembered running out after her when she’d left. I’d tracked her phone and regardless of telling my guards to watch her I couldn’t leave her to them. Instead of going to a meeting, instead of getting sleep, I’d followed her to some guy’s place. I’d watched her spiral and almost get herself killed. Or, well, at least I was there to kill the son of a bitch who tried to touch her. But still. She’d gone on a murder bender, not to someone else’s bed. And yet, I couldn’t stop the invasive thoughts.
“Is there someone else? Someone I fucking missed? I’d watched you for days and never saw anyone.”
