Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
JONAH
- Present Day -
M y heart is racing, a thunderous beat pounding in my ears. I can feel the twitching muscles in my jaw as I fight the urge to clench my fists once more. He was here. Kissing my girl. My girl who’s now trembling as I hold her because of something he did.
When I walked in and saw him kissing her, I saw red.
But then she jerked away from him, demanded to know what the hell he was doing.
I was so damn proud of her for standing up for herself.
For not falling back into that asshole’s arms without question.There’s still something there between them.
It’s obvious to anyone who looks at the two of them.
But damn it all to hell . This girl is mine and has been since we were eighteen. I’ll be damned if I’m just gonna step aside and let her go without a fight; without throwing my hat in the ring one last time.
I know what happened between them, the shit he put her through when they were younger. He was a complete dumbass who blew his chance and gave up the best fucking thing to ever happen to him.
More than once, I might add. And I am not going to make the same damn mistake.
I know what we had that night last spring, and she may feel it was a mistake, might be terrified that moving past the walls she put up could ruin our friendship, but I know if she just gives us a chance, a real chance , that we would be so fucking perfect together; there’s something between us, even if she refuses to admit it to herself.
“You alright, Baby Girl?”
She doesn’t say anything, and the trembling doesn’t stop.
I shift slightly, adjusting my hold on her so I can get a better look at her face.
“Well, shit.”
She’s as pale as a fucking ghost. A sense of dread fills me as I see her lashes flutter, as if she’s going to faint or be sick. Without a second thought, she’s in my arms and I walk swiftly over to the couch, plopping down and holding her tightly in my lap.
“Shh. Baby, you’re alright. You don’t need to cry over that asshole again. You’re alright.”
I repeat the words over and over, whispering into her hair as I kiss the top of her head, rocking her slowly.
This isn’t the first time she has cried over this fucker. But if I have any say in the matter, it will be the last fucking time. After a few minutes, my words seem to finally register and she rubs her head against me, snuggling into my chest as she wipes away her tears on my now-soaked shirt.
“I’ve got you. Shh.”
I place another kiss on the top of her head. This girl is my best friend. My everything. And it’s time she fucking learned that.