Page 44 of Fight for Me
“Declan.” She groans my name as I push her against the wall.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, and then my mouth is on hers again.
Sydney’s fingers tangle into my hair, keeping me where she wants me, but I wouldn’t leave her if an army stormed the house. This is what I need.
Her.
Everything she is makes me feel alive. Our lips move together in the way they always have, as if we’re two souls that become one. She’s the beat in my heart and for so long, it’s been dead.
And then, she turns her head away.
“Stop,” she says with so much pain in her voice, it breaks me.
I take a step back, trying to get control over myself. Jesus Christ, I had her shoved against the wall and … I’m a fucking bastard.
“Syd.”
“No. Please.” Her eyes are pleading as she smooths her clothes. “It was … it’s fine. I got carried away.”
“What?”
“It was an old memory or a dream I had about you being in here. I apologize.”
Now anger takes hold. “I kissed you.”
Her eyes widen. “No, I kissed you.”
“Sydney, I assure you that I instigated that kiss and I would’ve kissed you until I had you in the same predicament as the last time if you hadn’t stopped it.”
She lets out a loud puff of air and then rubs her fingers across her lips. Her gaze lifts to mine and there’s a sense of determination and strength in them. “Does this change anything for us?”
I blink a few times. “For us?”
“Are we friends?”
“Of course,” I say carefully.
“Do you want to suddenly marry me and become a family?”
My chest tightens, and my throat goes dry. “Syd …”
“Answer me, Dec.”
“No, I don’t …”
She raises her hand. “Then there’s nothing to say. We were friends who shared a passionate kiss. We can blame it on a full moon or whatever you want. However, if you want to be friends, that has to be the last time. I can’t keep doing this. My feelings for you have always been what they are. I love you, want a life with you, but I can’t let myself hope when you’re clear there is none. So, I beg you. Love me or let me go because my heart can’t take anymore.”
And with that, she walks out, leaving me feeling like a complete asshole.
After a second, I collect myself and head downstairs. She’s standing at the window, looking lost, and I hate myself.
“Milo should be here soon,” I say, wanting to see her eyes so I can read what’s in her head.
However, she doesn’t turn to me. Instead, she tucks her blonde hair behind her ear. “What exactly will today entail? Meaning, what should I expect?”
I move toward her, and she steps to the side. “Milo will come and tour the property, and hopefully, he’ll give you some insight on what he thinks. He buys and develops property, but he also invests in properties like this one on the side in London mostly, but also here. You’ll like Milo, he’s a cocky prick, but a great guy.”
She nods slowly and then finally looks at me with a smile. “So, he’s like you?”
