Page 63 of Glass Jawed
Doesn’t matter anymore.
He’s naked from the waist down, a crisp shirt still on him, two top buttons undone—like even in his lowest, he needed some semblance of control. I don’t know why my brain registers these details. But it does.
I don’t look at his face, not at first.
I want to seeher.
Her.
She’s perched on the edge of the bed. Shocked and speechless—much likeIwas. But she’s not hiding.
Not even trying cover up.
And why should she?
She’s beautiful.
She’s got gorgeous breasts. They’re not small or large. They’re...perfect.
Her hips curve like an invitation. Her body looks soft and curvy in all the right places. Her mouth is red. Flushed.Kissed.
Lucian probably already knows what all of her feels like. I did notice that his dick was limp. Maybe I have just walked into the aftermath and he’s done for the night.
My gaze finally crawls back to him.
He’s swaying slightly. Drunk, maybe. But his eyes are locked on me.
Fixed. Clear. Unapologetic.
When he speaks, his voice is raw.
“This...” he chokes, his whole body trembles like he’s holding back more than words, “This is how it feels.”
My lips part with shock, but I’m not planning to interrupt.
I wouldn’t dare.
I want to hear every syllable of the speech he’s been practicing since the day we met again. His ceremonial monologue at the altar of my devastation.
“This is what I felt.”
His voice is steady now, deliberate. “This is what I never gotclosurefrom.”
He turns to face me fully.
“Do you understand now?” he asks. His voice breaks. “Do you get what it feels like to be made a fool of?”
The woman mumbles a faint, confused,“What the fuck,”—but we both ignore her. She doesn’t matter.
Like I didn’t. I still don’t.
“Do you?” he asks again, quieter this time. But his voice quivers slightly.
I nod.
I do understand.
I understand what it’s like to have your heart ripped out, like it’s been hollowed out from the inside.
