Page 73 of Wreck Me
“We never promised each other anything.” He shrugged his broad shoulders but kept his gaze averted. “We had a good time. Let’s leave it at that.”
Realization hit her like lightning. “You’re scared.”
He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and looked down for a moment before meeting her stare. “Maybe I am. But it’s still over.”
She rolled her teeth over her bottom lip and swiped at her tears, anger beginning to take over. Anger at herself for being so stupid to truly fall in love, only for it to be with a man who couldn’t love her back. For failing at her own goal of figuring out who she was. And angry at Aidan for refusing to see what they had and reducing their time together to nothing more than sex.
She couldn’t make him love her, no matter how much she tried. She blew out a breath and crossed her arms over her chest, hoping it would keep what was left of her heart intact.
Aidan turned and started to go inside, pausing at the door. “I’m going to Noah’s for the week. Stay here as long as you need. I’ll be back for some things tomorrow, but I won’t bother you.”
“You shouldn’t drive. You’ve been drinking.” What the hell was wrong with her? What did she care if he was reckless?
But that was the whole crux of her problem, wasn’t it? Why her heart was in million pieces at her feet.
“I’m gonna walk.” He paused and cleared his throat. “For what it’s worth, if I could love anyone, Megan, it would be you.” And then he was gone.
It was the king of parting shots, landing in the center of her chest, in the space her heart used to occupy before she met Aidan Reynolds.
Numb, she sat down in one of the chairs, pulling her knees up to her chest.
Well, she hadn’t begged for him to love her. Hadn’t begged him to choose her. At least she had that going for her. She was free to figure out who she was in life.
But all she knew was she’d never felt more alone.
Twenty-One
But More Than a Memory
Aidan staredat the ceiling of his brother’s spare bedroom. Rain fell steadily outside the window, the gloomy, gray day fitting his mood nicely. He hadn’t slept at all the night before, and between the late night with Megan and the long ass day yesterday, Aidan was running on empty. But he couldn’t turn his brain off long enough to let sleep take over.
The night with Megan when he realized he was in love with her felt like a million years ago. Had it really been less than forty-eight hours ago? When he closed his eyes, he could still see her beautiful body stretched out for him, his hands free to explore. His fingers and lips still felt the soft silkiness of her skin.
Fuck. He sat up and swung his legs to the side of the bed, leaning his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
He needed to move. To do something other than lie in this bed and think abouther.He’d ended it and he had good reasons, damn it. So why did he feel like total shit?
Aidan grabbed his T-shirt from the floor and pulled it on as he made his way out to the kitchen. Noah, who looked up as Aidan walked in, sat at the table scrolling through his tablet.
“Mornin’. You look like hell.”
Aidan scratched the back of his head. “Thanks. I feel like hell.”
“There’s coffee and pastries. Amelia brought over some blueberry muffins earlier.”
“Thanks. What time is it?” he asked, padding over to the coffee pot.
Wallowing in his misery, he hadn’t bothered to check the time. Since he’d worked Saturday and all day yesterday, he was off for the day. It was both a blessing and a curse.
“A little after seven.” Noah raised a brow. “You sleep at all last night?”
Aidan poured his coffee and snagged a muffin from the bakery box before sitting at the table with his brother.
“Not really.” He took a bite of the muffin and frowned while he chewed. “Did Amelia change her recipe?”
“They taste the same to me.”
“It tastes different.” Aidan shoved it away and sipped his coffee.
