Page 34 of Make Me Yours

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Everything inside me splinters apart at that knowledge.

I should leave.

I should definitely stop watching this intensely private moment.

But I don’t.

Can’t.

I stand here, gripping the doorframe like it’s the only thing keeping me upright, and watch as she falls to pieces. Her body shudders as her lips part on a muffled cry.

It takes every ounce of control not to eat up the distance between us and crawl into that bed, pull her into my arms, and finally give us what we both want.

Instead, I force myself to retreat, slipping away from her room.

I drag a hand down my face as my pulse thunders. Everymuscle is wound tight. My heart is racing and my blood roars in my ears.

God, Iwanther so damn much.

But it’s more than just want.

More than lust.

It’s love.

The kind that settles into your bones and never lets go.

Most guys might panic at that realization.

At just how far gone they are.

But me?

I’ve known for years.

I’ve been in love with Lilah Monroe since the first time she leaned over her college notebook, brow furrowed, muttering something about the professor.

I think I’ve been hers ever since.

And now?

Now I understand there’s no coming back from this.

No rewinding.

No pretending that what I feel is anything less than everything.

If I can’t have Lilah, I don’t want anyone else.

I slip into bed, the sheets cool against my skin, but there’s no comfort in them. Not without her. Not when my name, whispered on a moan, is still echoing in my head like a fervent prayer.

I stare up at the ceiling, my body tight with desire, hope, and a little bit of fear.

Because she’s always been mine.

I just need to prove it.

And pray she feels the same.

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