CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Zach
I stared at where Blair had disappeared, losing track of time. And then I caught myself.
I grabbed the nearest can from the ground and flung it against the side of the gazebo.
What was I doing? This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of what happened tonight was part of my plan. I’d never meant to tell her anything about my past, and I’d never meant to get so wrapped up in her, soaking in her compassionate gaze like I’d die without it.
I could say it all happened because I was drunk, but that would be a lie.
She’d completely disarmed me, telling me the exact words I’d always wanted to hear, and I’d dropped my guard so fast. I’d wanted her so badly I couldn’t think about anything else, and when I was finally inside her, it felt so fucking right.
It felt like we weren’t enemies. It felt like we were . . . more.
“I’m sorry for everything.”
I tugged at my hair, blowing out a breath.
A collage of moments filled my mind, every proof of her change lined up for me to see.
The way she’d acted when Emily was hurt, how sincere she was in her videos, how she’d refused to exploit the poor for her gain today, the urge to kiss the hell out of her as I watched her almost too strong to resist. How she’d showered her kisses over my whole scar earlier.
Sweet moment after sweet moment that carved deeper into me, replacing everything else—
The realization hit me, and I cursed out loud.
I’d allowed her to wrap me around her finger all over again.
I buried my face in my hand, laughing. I was a fucking idiot.
I’d never thought the day would come when I wouldn’t want to complete my revenge.
And now not completing it was the only thing that made sense.
“What the hell should I do now?”