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“This isn’t how I want this,” he mutters, resting his forehead against mine. “Not when you’re running. Not when you’re hiding shit from me.”
The moment shatters like glass.
Fuck, he’s right.
I squeeze my eyes shut, hating how my body still wants him, how I want to lose myself in him, but he won’t let me.
This is different. This isn’t just heat. This isn’t just a need, this is him knowing me too fucking well. His grip loosens, but he doesn’t step back.
“You’re gonna tell me everything,” Farris says, voice dark. “We’re gonna deal with this together.”
I nod because I don’t want to fight him on this. Because for the first time in a long time, I don’t want to do this alone.I should push him away. Should stop him before he makes me want things I can’t have.
But I don’t. Instead, I let myself lean into him.
“We’ll figure this out,” Farris whispers against my lips.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I want to believe him. I need to believe him. But deep down, I know nothing about this is going to be easy.
14
FARRIS
Ican still feel the heat of her body pressed against mine. The way her breath hitched when I touched her. The way she moaned my name like she was this close to losing herself in me.
And I can still taste her. That desperate, angry kiss. The kind that wrecks you and makes you want to burn the whole fucking world down just to keep it.
But I stopped because this isn’t how I want her.
Not when she’s running. Not when she’s hiding shit from me. Not when she still thinks she can handle everything alone.
Calypso is standing in the middle of my room, arms wrapped around herself like she’s trying to hold herself together. Like she’s afraid if she lets go, she’ll fall apart.
I exhale sharply and run a hand through my hair, trying to keep my shit together.
“Say something,” she mutters, barely above a whisper.
I lean back against the closed door, crossing my arms over my chest. “What do you want me to say, Calypso?”
She flinches, just barely, before lifting her chin. “I don’t know. Anything.”
I shake my head, a bitter laugh escaping. “You drop this shit on me after two months of silence, after your ex jumped me in the goddamn street, and you want me to act like it’s just another night?”
She shifts her weight, biting the inside of her cheek. She’s nervous.
Good. She fucking should be because I’m not letting this slide. Not this time.
I push off the door and step toward her, closing the space between us. “I need to know something.”
Calypso’s eyes flick up to mine, wary. “What?”
I lean in, voice low, deliberate. “Were you ever going to tell me?”
Calypso’s breath catches in her throat, and that’s my fucking answer.
I clench my jaw, nodding once. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
She releases a shaky breath, shaking her head. “I wasn’t trying to.”
