Page 187 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

“Not yet. They’ve got one, but he’s not talking right now,” Vera explains.

The thought of Aaron and the fucker who stabbed me walking free turns my blood into lava. They deserve to rot in a cell for the rest of their miserable fucking lives for what they did to Lacey.

I never liked Aaron. He always rubbed me the wrong way. I should’ve known something was off when he went out of his way to hurt us. That’s probably what he was sent here to do. Cause mayhem. Create a distraction. So that we wouldn’t notice his buddies moving in on our sisters.

If the police don’t find that disgusting sack of shit, you better fucking believe that I will.

My anger dies down the second the door to my room opens and my sister appears in the doorway. She steps inside, allowing the love of my life to come in after her, and my breathing stalls when our eyes lock.

She looks exhausted, wearing her hair up in a messy bun, one of my hoodies, and a pair of black leggings. Even then, the dark circles under her eyes don’t take away from her beauty in the slightest.

Tears immediately begin to pool in her eyes, a look of pure relief spreading across her face.

“TJ,” she croaks.

All I can do is smile.

“We’ll give you two a minute,” Vera declares, gesturing for Kelsea to follow her into the hall.

Neither of us move until we hear the door close.

I sit up in bed, wondering if I’m in a good enough shape that I can run to her and smother her with the biggest hug you’ve everseen, but she doesn’t wait for me to meet her halfway, sprinting toward me and closing the gap between us in no time.

She’s sat on my bed before I can blink. It all happens automatically, me opening my arms wide, her launching myself at me for a hug. My arms lock around her body so tightly, it draws a groan of pain out of me. That’s right, I’mhurtingmyself voluntarily, but feeling her warmth, the way she claws at my back as if to make sure I never let her go, more than makes up for it.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she chokes on a sob.

In response, I slide my hand into her hair, massaging her scalp, and it only makes her cry harder.

“I’m gladyou’reokay,” I reply, my throat clogged with emotion. I only realize I’m crying along with her when salty tears course down between my lips.

We separate a heartbeat later, but I’m going to need more than a hug to celebrate that we made it through this nightmare.

I don’t miss a beat, grabbing the fabric of her hoodie and jerking her forward to kiss her. She answers by cupping my face with both hands and matching my energy with twice the ardor. My tongue slips past her teeth in no time, and she opens up wider, letting me devour every inch of her mouth. Fuck, this never gets old.

She wipes some of my tears away with her thumb—or maybe they’re her tears. We’re both crying our eyes out at this point—and smiles against my lips, dropping her hands to the nape of my neck as I kiss her so deeply I know we’ll both be gasping for air soon.

“Thanks for saving me…again.” She cries when she withdraws from the kiss.

This is so crazy to think about.

I used to want to ruin this girl’s life. But in the end, to save her, I would’ve gladly sacrificed mine.

“I love you so much,” she adds.

My lips twitch into a grin. “I sure as hell hope so. I got stabbed in the gut for you.”

My dry humor lures a laugh out of her. “Dick.”

I go back in for one more kiss, and she moves her head, dodging my lips.

“No kisses until you say it back,” she announces.

My heart melts into a fucking puddle when she closes her arms over her chest and pretends to sulk.

Mark my words, I’m going to marry this girl one day.

I don’t think twice, giving in to her request and catching her hand in mine.

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