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He’s the one that got away. But, Banks Weston is more than just the man who got away. I let him go. He’d been ready to share with the world his true self, living life openly. He’s loud and proud. It’s all the many things I’m not. It took me a while, but I did it—everyone knows I’m gay. I want him back. My betrayal broke his heart. No—I obliterated it. But somehow, our paths cross again, and we have a reason to come together and pretend we’re something we’re not. Though in my heart, I’ll always hope for the second chance I don’t deserve.
I both hate him and love him all at the same time. His arrogant smirk, the way he rakes his hands through his hair when he’s nervous, and how he lightens any situation with his humor—are just a few things I miss about Dallas Phillips. I won’t let him suck me in again by his charming nature. My guard is up. I’m standing firm. That is until we find a reason to be together. We’ll have to fake it, showing the whole world that we’re a couple. Then again, it won’t be hard because my heart has never stopped loving him.
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Banks storms out to the living room and pulls my arm back to the kitchen entrance where no one can see us—but we can see my close friends. I watch as Crush surrounds Ryder’s waist, and Ry pulls out a spoon, dipping it into the chili, cooling it off. Then he spoon feeds it to Crush. “Fuck, pretty boy. You did it again. This rocks.”
My heart falls, watching their easiness. And the love they share, all with Brooklyn in the mix.
“Do you see them, Dallas Phillips?” Banks is behind me, his breath on my ear. “That could have been us. We could have had what they share, but you went and fucked it all up.”
I think he’s going to almost kiss me, though this makes no sense, not with how vicious his tone is in the moment. But his face moves around to my face. I’m waiting for it, but no, he wants me to see the hurt in his profile. I can’t miss it—the pain I’ve caused.
I’m silent. There’s not much to say, and Bank’s breath fans my left shoulder. He used to love my shoulders. I’m waiting for a simple kiss, anything, but then his teeth sink into my flesh, deep and hard. Pain radiates down my spine.
“I can’t imagine that hurt even a fraction of what you’ve done to me, Dallas Phillips. I hope it leaves a fucking scar like you have done to my heart.”
I stand at the kitchen entrance, one that is full of life because two people love one another. I watch Banks as he transforms from whatever that was with us to someone who leans over and picks up Brooklyn.
His love bite aside, looking at Ry and Crush—it’s what I want, but just like before, when my eyes meet with the yellow in Banks’s normal emerald eyes, I realize I better step up my game because I won’t fucking lose him, again.
About the Author
I am a woman who loves to share all my imaginary friends with the world.
My characters become as real to me as those I call family.
I am a girl, who loves pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings.
Coffee and wine call to me daily, depending on the time of the day.
I am a mom first and foremost and my kids are the breath of my life.
I met my husband while serving in the military and I am proud to say he’s kicked cancer’s ass!
I write real life issues that reflect a little of my own little world.
My family tolerates the seventh member of our family, my computer, as I lug this vital piece everywhere I go.