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Harrison's words were a beautiful melody written especiallyforme.
I gulped the huge ball sitting at the top of my throat. My mind spoke, reached outtohim.
Please drag me out of here. I can't do it. I can't be wholly responsible for what Paul might dotoyou.
"Brooke," Paulyelled.
I lookedaround.
We had an audience. The manager walked up and whispered something toHarrison.
Iblinked.
Hestoodup.
Take mewithyou.
"Brooklyn, you can do this. Go to the apartment, get everything you need, and then come home.” He touched his chest. “I need you to take this first step because once you do, I will never leave your side again." Harrison wasn'tasking.
"Harrison," I whispered and lookedatPaul.
"Pup," Harrison said with afirmtone.
My head snapped backtohim.
"He can't break me. My parents, my friends, they all know me. Nothing he can say will change that. It's what I built for me. What I built for us. The only one who has the power to break meisyou."
I shook my head slowly sidetoside.
Paulstoodup.
"Get him out of here," Paul yelled at themanager.
"I'm going." Harrison held his hands up but held my gaze. Like he needed some reassurance his message had gottenthrough.
I had to say something. I had to let him know I waswithhim.
"You will never see him again." Paul leaned in and growled inmyface.
"I suspect I will. Where else am I going to get my fix?" Iwhisperedit.
Harrison grinned as he walked backward out of therestaurant.
When he disappeared from my eyesight, I continued to stare at the spot he occupied, feeling his presence long afterherleft.
"Goddammit, Brooke." Paul slammed his hands on the table. "What do I have to do for you to staywithme?"
"Paul," I answered, happy I had found my voice. "Please let me go. You don't love me. You don't even like me. So please letmego."
He shook his head as he turned awayfromme.
"It's over," he whispered under his breath. I so wished he was talkingaboutus.
Hewasn't.
