Page 93 of Bad Kind of Love

“I know you feel the same, so don’t fucking lie to my face and tell me you don’t.”

My eyes snap open, staring up into his handsome face that looked seconds away from falling apart.

“Wes, I don’t...” I begin to say until Wes smacks his fist against the wall beside me.

“Just say it, Becca.” He snarls causing me to flinch. “Quit denying it and say it.”

My lips remain locked but Wes wasn’t having it. A snarl escaped from his lips and I felt his hand grasp the back of my neck.

“Say it.” He demands as our eyes lock, shattering the tiny little box that hid my true feelings for Wes. “Please.”

“I love you!” I shout as tears stream down my face. I felt exposed as his prying eyes searched mine for the truth.

Like a wave crashing onto shore, his lips landed on mine, dragging me deeper into a pit of confusion. His mouth moved frantically, desperate for me to give in to him as his hold on me tightened. Clawing at his exposed arms, I tried to push him off me, because this wasn’t what I wanted.

This wasn’t the Wes I knew.

“Wes, get off!” I beg and this time, he listens. His mouth drops from mine and his eyes swirl with regret.

“One last time.” He whispers as his eyes close in pain.

“What?” I ask confused as he still hovers over me.

“Kiss me one last time.”

My heart thumped wildly, sinking in my chest because I knew he was saying goodbye. His sullen face tore at my insides as I stared upon his lips, and for once, I needed his kiss more than I did our friendship.

I needed to remember him as the sweet and charming man, the one who changed my life without even knowing it. So as I stood up on my tiptoes, I kissed him for the last time.

His eyes closed, savoring my lips as they brushed softly across his. We matched each other's pace, never overpowering what our kiss truly meant. We both knew this was it, our last moment together and what love we did have for each other was ending with this kiss.

I couldn’t stop the tears from falling, but I needed his lips for a little longer.

I didn’t want to let go.

As my crying became too much, Wes pulled his mouth away from mine and wrapped me in his arms. Our silence was the only communication we needed at this moment. It was too painful and too emotional for the both of us.

“You need to go.” He half whispered in my ear, as pain still radiated in his voice.

This time, I didn’t fight it.

He’s suffered enough from me and now, it was time to let go.

“Goodbye, Wes.” The words stung, but I couldn’t hold on any longer.

With one last glance into his aqua eyes, I walk past him and out of his life for good.

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