Page 166 of Lovers Like Us
Orswim.
Run.
Anger gnaws at my insides, the only emotion I can feel. I glare at the ceiling, my breath likeknives.
“Need anything, wolfscout?”
Yeah.
It takes me a second. But I turn myhead.
Farrow sits partially on the couch’s armrest. His gaze sweeps me, assessing me, and when they lift to mine, they practically hold me, protect me, loveme.
And I say, “You.” My voicecracks.
Farrowmoves.
I pinch my eyes that fucking burn and try to fill. I squat down, just as Farrow reaches me. His palm warms the back of myneck.
I cover my face with my hands, and I fucking scream. Pent-up rage, gnarled emotion coming out ofme.
Not for long. I straighten up again. Pinching my eyesagain.And I almost turn to grip the vanity again, but Farrow seizes mywrist.
And he draws me into hischest.
My boyfriend hugs me so damn tight. Our bodies welded, his heartbeat pounding againstmine.
I fist the back of his shirt with one hand, my chest heaving against his chest. Hot tears wet my lashes. That girl got tome.
I can fucking admitthat.
Farrow strengthens his clutch and tells me, “There’s nothing more you could’ve done forher.”
I hold the back of his head, my fingers lost in his white hair. I growl out a frustrated, painednoise.
Another beat passes, and I leanback.
Farrow holds my wet face. I don’t even care to wipe the tears that run off my jaw. His reddened eyes melt against me, easing my taut muscles and hot-bloodedpulse.
I breathe heavily, my gaze bloodshot, throat raw, and I shake my head. “I don’t know.” I lick my lips. “I’ll never fucking know if I made her life worse or better.” At hot tear rolls down my cheek. I glare at the ground. Christ, what am I doing? “I’m not trying to unload this much weight onyou—”
“Whoa, whoa.” Farrow gives me a look like I’ve officially jumped off the planet. “I’m yourboyfriend.”
I can’t even crack some sarcasm. I just swallow arock.
Farrow lifts his brows. “You’re supposed to unload on me. I’ve been unloading shit on you with my father and the stalker for months. It’s a two-waystreet.”
My chest rises in a biggerbreath.
I pinch my eyes to dam the waterworks. I’ll need to return to the FanCon and take pictures. Soon. Hopefully not with bloodshot eyes. “I must’ve missedunloading shitin the BoyfriendManual.”
He almost laughs, and his thumb wipes my cheek. “If there were a Boyfriend Manual—which there isn’t one—right next tothatwould be giving ‘unconditional emotional support’. And while you offer it to literally every person, I’m veryselective.”
I drop my hand off my eyes with another breath. “Who else do you give itto?”
His lips rise. “Justyou.”
My mouth curves upward, my body lightening, and I shake my head, surprised at what he makes me feel. I shouldn’t be that shocked anymore, but I kind of like that I am. Everything always feels like the first damn time withhim.
