Page 144 of Crave

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We were alone.

She didn’t move.

Just stood there, watching me like she wasn’t sure what the fuck I was going to do next.

I wasn’t sure either.

My chest wasn’t my own anymore.

My body wasn’t my own anymore.

It belonged to the rage seeping through my gut. The devastating poisoning my fucking lungs.

It belonged to her.

I lifted my hand.

She didn’t flinch.

She should have.

My fingers brushed her jaw.

Her breath hitched.

She was so close.

So fucking close.

I traced my thumb over the soft skin of her cheek, feeling the way she trembled beneath my touch.

I hated her.

Hated her so much I could taste it.

But I wanted toruinher more.

I leaned in, just enough for my breath to ghost over her lips.

Her eyes fluttered closed, like she thought I might actually kiss her.

Like she thought I might still want her.

Maybe I did.

And that was the worst part.

“You will be the end of us,” I murmured.

Her whole body shuddered.

She knew it, too.

She knew there was no coming back from this.

She had destroyed us.

And still, we couldn’t stop.

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