Page 6 of Never Your Girl

My cheek throbs as I type back.

For the first time tonight, I finally feel like I can breathe.

Me

Barely. Family drama.

FragileLikeABomb

On a scale from 1 to vodka, how bad?

A chuckle escapes me. It’s genuine and unexpected. The swirling in my stomach eases just a fraction.

Me

Bourbon. The expensive kind. Neat.

FragileLikeABomb

Ouch. Want to talk about it?

I hesitate. Talking to her feels dangerous, but I can’t stop. I’m drawn to this girl, even though I don’t know who she is. Or maybe it’s because I don’t know. It’s so much easier to be honest with someone who doesn’t know me.

Bridger Sanderson.

The chancellor’s son.

Me

Not much to say. Just tired of being a punching bag.

FragileLikeABomb

There’s only so much you can take before you snap and hit back.

Her words crash over me. It’s like she’s reached into my mind and pulled out the exact feeling I couldn’t put into words. No one understands me the way she does. How ironic is it that we’ve never met? I guess that’s part of the attraction. The safety of anonymity that lets me lay my soul bare.

This girl knows all my deepest, darkest secrets.

Even the ones Steele isn’t privy to.

Me

Sometimes it feels like I’m tap dancing on the edge. You’re the only one who keeps me sane.

There’s a pause long enough that I wonder if I’ve scared her off with my honesty. Then her reply lights up my screen.

FragileLikeABomb

Same. You ever want to walk away, let me know and I’ll walk with you.

My chest tightens, her words breaking through my walls in a way that nothing else could.

Me

Thanks.

FragileLikeABomb

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