But I can’t force myself to remember my hidden past or purposefully unravel the mystery of my heart. Secrets are usually buried for a reason.
He knows I’ve seen something in him. Something I recognize, only because it exists in me too.
A craving to crawl out of my skin hits me like a bullet to the chest. It’s not a new sentiment. It’s an urge I feel at least once every hour. A potent desire to be anyone but myself. To live any life but this one.
A loud peel of laughter travels up my throat. Something out of the ordinary has finally happened, and it sends a spark of electricity directly to the dull lump in my chest.
I know I should look away but I can’t. It’s as if my eyes are superglued to him.
Broad shoulders fit snugly under his white shirt, and taut muscles flex in his arm as he grips a tray. He’s not a muscle-bound freak though, thank God. I don’t like that “I have boulders in my biceps” look that a lot of guys seem to favor these days.
I’m not going to be caught unawares again,” Haydn argues. “Loving her made me weak. Foolish. And it was totally pointless anyway, because she has only ever loved you.
Rushing to my side, he palms my face before I can protest. “That’s exactly the issue, though. You don’t know your own mind. It’s full of the secrets of your past, and instead of trying to understand that, you are charging pig-headed down the wrong path.
You’re the most important person in my world, Ange. For all time. Even when you think you aren’t, know that you are. Even when I can’t show you or say all I want to say, know that you are. Even if I leave, I’m still with you. I’m a part of you, just like you’re a part of me, and you’ll always be in my heart. Never forget. You promised.
This whole scenario is sick, depraved, but also grossly fascinating. I’ve become a Peeping Tom. And. It’s. Turning. Me. On.
In this moment there is no me, no him. Only us. One entity. One heart. One existence.
This is why I spent so long fighting my feelings for you. You don’t belong in my world. You’re too good for it. For me. I thought I was ready to be who you needed me to be, but I fell at the first hurdle.
Super-fast, he reels me into his arms, holding me in a tight embrace. “I can’t lose you, Sadie. I just can’t. Every day I die a little more inside.
Plastering his hand behind my neck, he pulls my mouth to his. The intensity of the kiss takes me by surprise. I think he’s trying to bury the memory by kissing it out of my mind.
Logan owns my heart, and he always will. Whether he is aware or not. Whether he wants it or not. That much I know with absolute conviction.
There is so much that needs to be said and too many things that can’t ever be said.
Oh, oh. My heart starts that quivering, fluttering thing it does whenever he hints at his desire for me. Lacing his fingers through mine, he moves to close the gap between us. I know he’s only holding my hand, but it’s the manner in which his fingers curl around mine, and the way his eyes bore into me that makes it seem much more intimate.
He has me pinned on my back in record time, his mouth crashing against mine as we frantically devour one another. “Awesome speech,” he murmurs, pushing my sweater up and planting his hot mouth against my equally hot skin. “Very motivational.
I remember how amazing it felt to be loved by him and how he was all I ever wanted.
I want you to need me but not half as much as I want you to want me.