You love me," he argued, his voice soft, low. "I've seen it.
Samantha YoungAs soon as I got back to the apartment, through the pain of throwing away Braden came the fear. I stared down the hall at Ellie's bedroom door, and I had to stop myself from going back on my promise not to run from her.
So I did the opposite.
I kicked off my boots, shrugged out of my coat and crept silently into her darkened room. In the moonlight shining through her window, I saw Ellie curled up in a protective ball on her side. I made a move toward her and the floor creaked under my foot, and Ellie's eyes flew open immediately.
She gazed up at me, wide-eyed but wary.
That hurt.
I started to cry harder and at the sight of my tears, a tear slid down Ellie's cheek. Without a word, I crawled onto her bed and right up beside her as she turned onto her back. We lay side by side, my head on her shoulder, and I grabbed her hand and held it in both of mine.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"It's okay," Ellie's voice was hoarse with emotion. "You came back."
And because life was too short... "I love you, Ellie Carmichael. You're going to get through this."
I heard her hitch on a sob. "I love you too, Joss.
Are you insane? I'm not going to change my mind."
"Yes you will." Braden sighed. "We're going to need each other through this. All of us. But if you can't do that, then I'm going to play hardball. I'm going to do whatever it takes. Some of it will frustrate you, some of it will turn on, and some of it will hopefully really piss you off."
"You are insane."
"No." We spun around to see Ellie standing in the kitchen doorway in her bathrobe, wearing a small, exhausted but determined smile. "He's fighting for what he wants.
A veces, las nubes no eran ingrávidas. A veces sus centros se tornaban oscuros y llenos. Así era la vida. Sucedía. No significaba que no daba miedo, o que yo no estaba todavía asustada, pero ahora sabía que mientras estuviera de pie debajo de ella con Braden a mi lado cuando esas nubes rompieran a llover, yo estaría bien. Estaríamos bajo la lluvia juntos. Sabiendo que Braden tendría un enorme paraguas para refugiarnos de lo peor en él.
Samantha YoungFor once, I wished I wasn't so broken, so Rhian had a best friend who was strong and not afraid to love, to hold up as an example of what was possible. Instead, I was her excuse that she wasn't being irrational. I was her enabler.
Samantha YoungYou know, it's a wonder I managed to squeeze into the room what with your giant-assed ego taking up all the space.
Samantha YoungI love you. You’re mine. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me.
Samantha YoungMots clés love confession possessiveness
I was washing the dishes and the sneaky bastard crept up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. And kissed me. Right here.” I pointed angrily to my neck. “Can I not have him committed or something?”
Dr. Pritchard snorted. “For loving you?”
I drew back, shaking my head in disgust. “Dr. Pritchard,” I admonished softly. “Whose side are you on?”
“Braden’s.
Mots clés funny
You're not untrustworthy, you're not cold and you're not a bitch. You have... issues. I get that. We all have issues. But once I realized you were lying to me, I began to understand why. You think you never gave yourself away with me. You think you have time to backpedal and pretend nothing happened between us, because that way if anything ever happens to me, you can tell yourself you don't care, and you don't feel the pain.
Samantha YoungMots clés love sweet braden-carmichael
Ouch. “Bite me.”
Jai grinned slyly and looked up at her from under his lashes. “Just tell me how hard.
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