chapter 48
He didn’t know why she trusted him. Especially after whatever she saw that night.
She shouldn’t. He was fucked up in more ways than one.
Drugs were just the side effect of the bigger problem: a broken heart, one too afraid to love and too wary to trust. What happened with Emily proved that the greater the love, the deeper the pain.
He walked down the hall toward the stairs, thinking of the look on her face when she’d stepped away from him.
It had almost been fear. It had certainly been cautious.
In his mind, everything had changed when she’d turned eighteen.
He needed to remember that, for her, it was just another day on the calendar gone.
It didn’t change her outlook on things. It didn’t make her ready for something that his cock was frantic for.
He could be patient. He could wait.
He stepped into the stairwell, and leaned against the wall, the door settling closed behind him.
She shouldn’t trust him.
He should have the strength to stay away.
There was no way any of this would end well.
The door creaked open, and the most gorgeous blonde on the planet stepped quietly through, a backpack on her back, hair down, smile peeking wide below mischievous blue eyes. “Ready?” she asked.
And there was no way this wouldn’t end well.
For that smile? He could be a better man. He would be a better man. And everything would be okay. It had to.