I lean in slowly, willing myself to go slow. My lips are dying to get a taste of her again. We come together in a cataclysmic array of light. Blinding us both to the lie that she could be mine.
She weaves a story with her lips and I’m reading between the lines. Fear, hurt, sadness, pain. I drink every bit of her in. Each sigh another drop I so desperately crave in the desert around my heart.
Pushing me away, she shoves past into the hallway and I have no choice but to let her run away.
Addison questions what’s wrong, but doesn’t get much, then the front door closes and she’s gone. Standing in the bathroom, now I’m skeptical.
Why tell me no and then let me kiss you, Wynter?
Every part of her tells me no, but her lips and body speak a distinct language, contradicting everything I believe. I make my way out to the living room, finding my best friend and his girl eyeing me suspiciously. I shake my head, signaling that I’m not about to talk about it. Reece nods, knowing my tells.
I need a battle strategy because Wynter Carlisle is a war I never saw coming. Closing the door to my room, I breathe out the breath I’d been holding in. I fall back against the door, sliding to the floor. My hands slip through my dark locks in confusion. I tug at the ends, hoping to grasp some clarity over everything. Why does this keep happening?
I hear the apartment door open and close again. Five minutes later there’s a knock on my door.
“Hey man, let me in.” Sliding away from the door, I stand up and open it. The need to spill my secrets courses through me, begging to be exposed to the world.