Page 59 of Wreckage

My stomach dropped.

Troy dragged a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t just a kiss, either. We, uh... had a little make-out session.”

I stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

“You... what?” I finally managed.

Troy had the decency to look ashamed.

“Adrian, I?—”

“You’re engaged,” I hissed, cutting him off. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Troy’s expression darkened.

“You think that matters out here?” he shot back. “You think I give a shit about Amanda right now?”

I gaped at him, shaking my head. “Are you even listening to yourself? What happens when we get rescued? We have to go back home to our lives, man. Then what? Huh?”

Troy opened his mouth, then shut it again, something like helplessness crossing his face.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, voice tight. “Maybe... maybe I don’t want to be engaged anymore.”

I exhaled sharply, running a hand down my face. “Troy?—”

He cut me off this time, stepping closer, his green eyes serious.

“I’m telling you this because I don’t regret it,” he said. “And I’m telling you that if you were smart, you’d take your chance with her too.”

I blinked, stunned.

I had expected him to defend himself. I had expected him to brush it off as a mistake.

But this?

This, I hadn’t expected.

“What the hell are you saying?” I asked.

Troy sighed. “I know you care about her, Adrian. Don’t deny it. You told me as much last night.”

I looked away, my stomach twisting.

Troy pressed on. “She’s sweet. She’s... perfect. And I don’t know what it is, but I want her in a way I’ve never wanted anyone before.” He took a deep breath. “And I know you feel it too.”

I licked my lips, letting out a bitter laugh. “And what, you’re suddenly okay with sharing?”

Troy hesitated. That was new. He had never shared a girl before.

After a long moment, he whispered, “Yes.”

I stared back at him in confusion, unsure I’d heard him correctly. The Troy I knew had always been overly possessive with his women. They were his once they were on his arm, and he’d go to war for them.

He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “It’s up to Elena. If she wants this, then I want it too.”

I continued to stare at him, my heart hammering.

“She’sour sister, Troy?—”

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