Page 206 of Boys Who Taint

She shrugs. “Not that I know of. I didn’t even know you were back.”

“Oh …”

So he did it in secret.

Did he come in through the window? Or did he break in through the front door?

I shiver at the thought.

He knows me, more than I’d like to admit, and I could swear he whispered something in my ear last night … something about … love.

My heart throbs in my chest, and I plant my hand right there to feel it as the warmth begins to flood my body.

Could it be?

A phone buzzes, and I head back into my room to find it vibrating on my nightstand. I pick up the call.

“Aspen? Where are you?” It’s Ivy.

“What? I’m home, why?” I rub the sleep from my eyes.

“You’ve got economics too, don’t you?”

“What about it?” I mutter, yawning.

“That’s now. It started five minutes ago.”

My eyes widen, and I spin on my heels to check the clock on my wall. “Oh shit!”

Grey

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I keep writing and deleting the same words over and over. I want to say something, anything, but I don’t know if words will ever be enough to describe how I feel about her. How I wish I could undo the damage I’ve done out of spite, out of jealousy.

My phone nearly breaks under the palm of my hand, so I tuck it back into my bag and turn away so I can force myself not to check it every five minutes, hoping for a sign of life. I breathe out a sigh. I’m not even listening to the professor standing in front of class. All I can think about is Aspen and how hurt she must be.I didn’t want to hurt her, yet I ended up doing just that by being a possessive asshole who couldn’t stop collecting pictures of her like an addict.

Goddammit.

If only that fucker hadn’t found those cameras.

What was he doing in her room anyway?

He still can’t fucking let her go, and that’s exactly why I’m so obsessed. He never stopped trying to take her away from me, and in the end, he won.

My teeth grind together.

If I can’t have her, he can’t either.

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