Page 127 of Ruined Vows
I grin dangerously, letting her see a flicker of everything I’m holding back.
“I just like seeing you here. I like being next to you, but what I really want is to be in you.”
Her lips part slightly, and it’s vulnerability at its best. She’s speechless—again.
If she leaned across the table right now, if she so much as whispered my name—God help me, I'd kiss her until we both forgot why we were fighting this. I’d take her right here, on this table, and say the hell with politeness.
But instead, I give her the space she doesn’t know she needs. She’s not a woman who responds to demands. And I won’t take her by force.
Then, I speak again, “Maybe tomorrow, you’ll let me buy you another cup,” my voice is thick with the truth I can’t say aloud.
She blinks at this. “You’re planning ahead now?”
I shrug, showing carelessness on the outside, but inside, it’s pure chaos.
“I’m getting used to you,” I smirk. “What can I say? A day without you in it means it’s a fucking terrible day.”
Bianca laughs, and I swear it breaks something loose inside me.
I’m not just broken, I have a jagged, splintering crack thatwill never heal right, but with her, it’s survivable. She stands, brushing non-existent crumbs from her jeans and walking away without a second glance.
And I stay sitting—because if I stand now, I might not let her go. A woman like Bianca won’t be bullied or coerced. That’s why I’m coming at her head-on.
I want to crush my mouth to hers and show her how far gone I already am, but she doesn't look back.
But it doesn't matter. There’s nowhere she could go that I wouldn’t follow, even if it damns us both.
She walks away, head high and shoulders stiff, as if she doesn't feel me watching her. But what she doesn’t know is I’m a breath away from forgetting why I’m supposed to let her go.
Bianca
I feel his eyes burning into me as I leave. I don’t look at him because I can’t. Because if I do, I won’t leave.
I toss my coffee cup into the trash and pretend my hands aren’t shaking.
Every step away from him feels wrong, like it’s final. Like, he might not come back.
He lets go, and God—that hurts more than it should.
I want to see if he’s still watching me like I’m his and he’s starving.
But I don’t because if I look,I’ll run to him.
I’ll say yes to something I‘m not prepared for, something I’m not sure I’d survive. So I keep walking. But the heat of his gaze clings to my skin. The words he didn’t say echo louder than the ones he did.
And what kills me most is that I wanted him to push me. Just this once.
Because God knows it’s only a matter of time before I fall. I can’t resist him forever. Not when he’s baring his soul to me.Not when he’s meeting every retort with affirming words and whispers of a man in love.
Vukan
I remain sitting for all of three seconds. Three seconds of lying to myself. Three seconds of pretending I’m stronger than this. Then I’m up and moving. I’m crossing the space between us like a downhill skier, fast and with precision, before I realize I’ve made the decision.
“Bianca.”
She stops, halfway to the door, but she doesn’t turn around.
Just stands there—waiting, trembling, and barely breathing.
