Page 100 of Broken Breath
I return her kiss without hesitation, pouring everything I didn’t know I’d been carrying into it. Every moment I missed. Every second I failed her. Every scream I didn’t get to hear. Every broken breath I didn’t hold for her.
My hand skims down her throat, and when I find the pulse point just beneath her jaw, a gasp escapes her as I press my thumb there. It’s proof that she’s real, that she’s here, that this ishappening.
I press closer, like maybe if I hold her tight enough, I can go back in time and stand by her side through all of it. She leans into me, her mouth parting under mine, one hand still tangled in the back of my hair, the other curled into my hoodie, holding on like she’s afraid I’ll vanish.
I deepen the kiss, not to dominate, but because Ineedit. Because I’ve spent the last seven years thinking about what was lost, and the last two hours terrified I’d never see her again, and right now, this moment, her mouth against mine, her body pressed flush to my chest, it’s the first time since she came back that I’m not afraid.
Because she’s not just fire and grief and scars.
She’s warmth.
She’s want.
She’s home.
I pull back and take a deep, shuddering inhale, breathing her in. She still smells likeher.That clean, sun-warmed Alaina smell, like summer rain and something unnamable that hits me in the chest like it belongs there.
And then it really hits me.
Because she’s stillthatAlaina, too, underneath the faint scent of sweat, massage oil, and secrets.
The girl who used to fall asleep on the team bus with her head on Dane’s shoulder and her sneakers kicked off into the aisle. The girl who carved her initials into a tree halfway up Snowshoe’s old black trail and dared me to do the same.
She’s that girl.
Dane’s sister.
My best friend’s little sister.
Fuck.
I jerk my hands from her skin like they’ve been scorched and pull back, too fast, and probably too roughly. She stumbles, her eyes wide and her hand still half-curled around my hoodie, not understanding what just happened.
“I…” My voice breaks. I can’t even look at her fully. “I can’t.”
Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she lets go of me, like she’s struggling to get enough air.
“That was…” I shake my head, eyes burning. “Ishouldn’thave done that.”
Accusation is blurred behind the tears in her eyes, and I can read it perfectly. Sheknew. She knew I’d ruin it, and she kissed me anyway.
Fuck.
“I’m sorry,” I manage, even though it’s not enough, not even close. “That was a mistake.”
I turn before I do something worse, like convince myself that there’s a world where this could work, where the ten years between us, and the history and promises to Dane don’t matter.
Dane. Right.Fuck.
“Call your brother,” I say without turning around. “Please. He’s worried.”
With that, I walk out, pushing open the door as if I can outrun everything about this. Abouther.
The gym door clicks shut behind me, and the full shame of what I’ve done isn’t even close to settling by the time I round the corner toward the elevator and nearly slam straight into Luc Delacroix.
He stares at me, eyes narrowing like he can read the guilt bleeding off me in waves.
“What the hell, Greer?” he asks, blinking at the wild look I know I must be wearing. “What are you sprinting from?”
