Because I think Iwouldlet something stand in my way.
Or someone.
The only one.
With skin like my favorite season and eyes like dark melted chocolate. Only they’re not all melted chocolate. There are tones of rich red wine. Which you only see when you’re close to him.
Super close.
So close that you know that his skin doesn’t just look like summer, itfeelslike summer too. It feels hot and smooth and like basking in the sunshine.
So close that you know he’s also hard and strong all over. He feels like a mountain made of packed muscles and dense bones, and you feel all fragile and delicate when he wraps his arms around you.
And when he…
When he puts his mouth on you, the mouth that he’s putting on the rim of that beer bottle he’s drinking from, you become cursed.
You make mistakes. You do stupid things.
And then you pay for them.
I know all that.
I know it all first-hand.
Because I’ve been that close to him. I have felt all those things.
His heat. His strength.
And his curse.
Because two years ago, on the night of my sixteenth birthday, I was foolish enough to kiss him.
My boyfriend’s best friend.
And I’m still paying for it.
CHAPTEREIGHT
I’m a slut.
That’s explanation number one.
Of why I kissed my boyfriend’s best friend when I was sixteen.
Why I kissed one boy when I was in love with another.
Explanation number two is that I’m stupid.
I’m a stupid slut.
For ruining the best thing that ever happened to me.
For hurting the guy I love.
Both things, I never thought I was or ever would be. Both things, I sometimes wonder why I was in the first place.
When I was dating Lucas, I never looked at another guy. He was it for me. He was the one. So I don’t know why I would do what I did.