“I’m sorry,” I say.
She looks up at me with doe-like eyes that stokes another flame … one inside my own damn body.
“I’m not stupid,” she says.
“I know,” I say, letting out a sigh.
“And I’d make that same decision over and over again if it meant saving someone I love.”
Love … that’s not a word I’d ever use, especially not for anyone in my family.
This conversation got serious too fast.
“You’d do the same if you were in my shoes,” she says.
I pull the blanket off her. “I doubt that.”
“I saw the way you looked at Luca when he fell,” she says as I turn around and walk back to my food. “You didn’t want him to die.”
“He deserved it,” I respond.
“But did you want him to fall to his death?” she asks.
I can’t even eat my food in peace.
“Maybe,” I say.
“Why? Because you hate him for loving someone else more than his own brother?”
My eye begins to twitch. “I’m going to eat now.”
While I bite into my sandwich, she continues. “You’re avoiding the conversation.”
“I’m hungry, nothing more,” I say.
“You just don’t want to talk about feelings.”
I tilt my head and swallow while gazing at her eyes. “Hmm … You know, I know someone else who refuses to talk about feelings too.”
She frowns. “Who?”
I put down the rest of my sandwich. “You.”
Her entire face turns red again. “What are you talking about?”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about,” I say, and I shove the rest of my sandwich into my mouth, get up to clean the table, and march toward her.
She looks at me with those same skittish eyes as if she’s afraid I might take more than she has to bargain for. But I already played with her body … and she definitely played with mine.
But I want more than that. So much fucking more.
If only she could see it. Understand it.
Own up to her own desires.
And fuck me, I’d do just about anything to see her smile for once.
I grab her arm and pull her up. I have just the idea.