Page 41 of Puck'N Enemy
“I’m getting even with you.”
His eyes widen as he stares at me.
“You should’ve told me why you left me,” I say, my voice low but intense. “Do you know what it did to me?”
He stiffens.
“I looked for you everywhere. Foryears.” My voice grows sharper and my breathing turns harsh. “You vanished and left me with nothing but silence and a shattered heart. The bones you broke healed in time but the hurt you left behind hasn’t faded yet.”
His lashes flutter before he looks away from me. “I was protecting you,” he whispers. “You were too good to be true, Logan. I couldn’t risk letting Pete go after you. You also had a family and a future waiting for you. If I stayed, I risked poisoning your life.”
I laugh but the sound is bitter. Leaning in closer, I hook a finger under his chin and make him look at me.
“You don’t get to decide that for me, Dylan.”
“But—”
Before he can say another word, I capture his lips with mine.
He tries to push me away but I don’t budge.
Dylan has no idea just howlongI’ve been missing him. He left me without an explanation for his actions, forcing me to believe a lie. I fought with my heart repeatedly foryears, but I never got any closure.
Hating him was hard. But now that I no longer have to live believing a lie, I can finally have what was mine to begin with.
“You’remine,” I growl, kissing him harder than before. “You were always mine.” I pour all my rage, longing, and hunger into the kiss.
For a moment, Dylan freezes against me. He’s still scared to get close to me. So, I soften the kiss, hoping to reassure him.
The intensity of my kiss remains the same but I let him see that I’m not about to hurt him. I let my hands settle on his waist, still firm, still grounding him but not trapping him.
Dylan slowly begins to relax.
I move my mouth more gently now, coaxing, not demanding.
He kisses me back, at first hesitant but then, increasing in intensity like he’s finally allowing himself to believe I still want him.
A low, raw sound escapes deep from my chest.
Dylan clutches the front of my shirt, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.
Together, we stumble further inside his room. My knees hit the edge of the bed in the corner. Dylan is so damn forceful, I fall back on the mattress.
Our kiss breaks, making me chuckle.
I look around the room, taking in the posters of the ‘90s boy bands covering the walls. He still loves the Backstreet Boys, reminding me of the boy I used to know.
Nostalgia hits me like a gut punch.
Dylan is still the same, I realize. He’s still clinging to the things that made him feel safe and happy.
Wrapping my arms around him, I turn over and bring him underneath me.
His long strands fall over his eyes and face. I chuckle at how disoriented he looks and then, kiss him.
Our mouths collide like a storm this time. His hands fumble over my jacket, desperate to take it off me.
Dylan’s need lights a familiar fire inside me. Pushing him down on the bed, I stare into his eyes. “You’re not allowed to run again,” I tell him. “No matter what comes at us, we face it together.”
