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I’m still in the fight. We all are.
I relax my shoulders, look into my crosshairs, and return fire.
I don’t know when it happened, while I was lost in thought, but I found myself with the whiskey bottle in my hands again. Staring at it while heavy metal music continues to play in my gym.
And then I see the future that I want for myself. The future I refuse to let slip away from me. The future I want with the one woman that consumes me every day just by existing. She has saved me in more ways than she’ll ever fucking know. She makes me better.
I grit my teeth and smash the bottle on the floor, breaking the glass and little bits and pieces spread everywhere, and I walk away from the last bottle of whiskey I’ll ever own.
27
KANE
Her breasts move up and down while she’s on top of me. She moans, grinding her clit on me as she moves with my cock inside of her. It’s the second time we fuck for the evening. The first time was twenty minutes ago on my couch. When I opened the door to my home, I found her, not expecting her to be there. She stood there, eyes radiating lust and need.
How could I say no?
The moonlight that shines through the bedroom illuminates her silhouette as she continues to ride me desperately.
My hands at her waist, barely touching her soft skin.
I close my eyes, and I can see her again.
Ari.
But when I open them, Meredith pants fast, biting her lip.
I don’t know why I’ve let this go so far. I thought this would help me overcome my depressing attraction to my favorite nurse.
But no matter what I do. No matter how much time passes. It’s always her that I see, even when I’m fucking someone else. I only want her, but Meredith makes me feel good. I know with time, if I keep giving our relationship a chance, I’ll make it out on the other side.
She notices how hesitant I am and how badly my behavior has shifted.
“What’s wrong?” She stops riding me. She places her palms on my abs, studying me through the dark. She drops her head, her hair falling down her face, and squints.
“Nothing, why?” I say, my hand palming her ass to make her believe I’m okay, even when I’m not.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. I thought you’d be more…hungry.”
I tilt my head apologetically.
Then I grab her hand, pulling her so that she’s off my dick and on my chest.
I take a deep breath, snaking my hands through her hair, playing with the strands.
“I’m just stressed, that’s all.” It’s not entirely the truth, but it’s not a lie. There are people out there who want to kill us. And Paul’s little sister, who I swore to watch over.
“Your job?” she murmurs against my cheek. I return with a nod. I let go of her and use my hands as a pillow instead. I rest the back of my head on my palms and stare at the ceiling.
We’re at my townhome, downtown in Bloomings.
I like city life. I like the busy streets and the constant lively buildings with relentless traffic.
It makes me feel less alone.
I have siblings, but they’re all spread out all over the country, and my parents don’t live too far away. So, this place makes me feel less alone.
I had a girlfriend of a couple of months when Paul was still alive. It was getting serious, but of course…she couldn’t handle my schedule or absence, so she ended things.
