Until I couldn’t catch you in my dreams
Oh, I see you at midnight
And I wish I could reach you
I wish I could tell you
I wish I was enough for you—
I lay my hand across the frets and kill the music. I’ve said too much, gone too far.
“Please, don’t stop.”
Put away the guitar. This is not what you are supposed to be doing. This is not how you protect the shards of your heart.
But I haven’t listened to myself for weeks, so why should I start now? Still facing away from him, I pick at the strings, the music softer than my whispers.
I would kiss your eyes before you fall asleep
I would cradle your hand in mine and hold you tight to me
I would whisper to you every day
You might be the love of my life
And maybe you were made for me—
I can’t go on. My voice dies. I hold the guitar like I can take my heart in both hands and squeeze, and squeeze, until I can stop this feeling that’s tearing through me.
“Bryce…”
“Arrêt. Hunter, don’t,s'il te plaît.”
I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have said those words out loud, and certainly not to him. We had such a perfect day together, but I’ve ruined it. Again. Just like I did in Vegas.
The guitar goes back on the wall. My fingers drag down the strings—
His boots squeak across the old tile floor. I feel him move behind me, and I close my eyes. “Je suis désolé. I shouldn’t have—”
“Youareenough for me.” Hunter's breath moves through my hair. “Bryce, you are more than enough for me.”
What is he saying? I twist around—
He takes my face into his hands, cupping my cheeks in his chilled palms. His fingers are ten little pads of cold against my skin. “I don’t know howIam enough foryou, Bryce. That’s what’s wrong here. That’s what’s always been wrong. I’m no one. I’m nothing.”
“Non, that is not true—”
“How could you fall for me?”
“How could I not?” We’re pressed against each other, my body flush to his, though I don’t remember moving. I feel him breathing. I feel his heart pounding.
His thumb drags across my cheek. “Nothing’s been the same since we met. Or since that kiss.”
My eyes drop to the floor. Of course nothing has been the same. I’ve collapsed, and worse, I’m dragging him down with me. Him and my team, my friends, my family. I try to pull away—
He doesn’t let me go. “I’m not the most experienced guy out there, but I do know the difference between a good kiss and a bad one. And that, what we had? That was beyond great. Beyond any kiss I’ve ever had, or anything I’ve ever felt. I was stunned when it happened, and I didn’t know what to do, and I’m sorry, Bryce. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked out of that hotel room. I shouldn’t have walked away from you.”
“Hunter—”