Page 30 of Sinful Touch

“Will you please look at me, Darlin?” he begs me. I hate this so much.

I shake my head, I don't say a damn word. I already feel like an idiot, a foolish little girl.

“Lil, she means nothing to me,” he confesses. I can hear it in his voice. He is telling the truth, but my mind doesn’t want to listen. This will end; it will all come to an end eventually.

“Did you sleep with her?” I ask, hearing my voice crack.

“Darlin,” He whispers.

I finally look up at his face; his eyes are pained as I search for them.

“Have you slept with her, Jax?” I ask again, knowing that his answer is going to shatter me.

He slowly nods “Before you, yes.”

“How about after me?” I ask.

“What? No,” He says, shaking his head.

I nod and don't say anything else, I slowly back up forcing him to let me go.

“You should go back in; they are waiting for you,” I say, motioning towards the door.

Jax walks into me. I turn my head and take in a deep breath.

He leans in, resting his lips against my ear “Please, Lil, don't leave.”

“I think it is best,” I whisper.

“Why?” He asks. I can hear the anxiety and worry in his voice.

I pull back and look at him, “Because Jax, I am in love with you, and I can’t sit back and watch all those girls fond over you, touch you, and not be able to do anything.”

“Lil, I am yours,” He confesses.

“In theory, yes, in public and to the world, no. We are both each other’s dirty little secret.” My words hurt us both.

“Don't do this,” He begs me.

“I can’t do this, Jax; I’m sorry. I’m walking away before we both get hurt,” I confess to him.

I see the tears forming in his eyes, making my heart ache. This is for the best.

I slowly back up and walk around him, I run across the street pulling my hood over my head. I wrap my arms tightly around myself.

“Liliana!” he yells, but I don't stop. Instead, I sprint in the direction of campus.

This is for the best.

I pull out my student card and swipe it on the lock. It clicks. I grab the doorknob and turn it, opening my dorm room door. On the ground is a note with my full name on it.

I take in a deep breath as I lean down and grab the note, shutting the door behind me.

I walk over to my dresser and pull open the top drawer, grabbing my metal box.

I make my way into the bathroom, turn on the light, lean my back against the wall, and slide down it.

The tears now escape my eyes and roll down my face.

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