Kiss and Break Up - Ella Fields Page 0,66

even come here?” When I didn’t answer, his voice rose to a growl, his eyes aglow with fury. “Why, huh? Tell me.”

“To try talking to you, to apologize, but it doesn’t matter now.”

His brows gathered, and the tension in his jaw slowly loosened. “It doesn’t?”

“No,” I said, and I took the opportunity to push him off me. “It doesn’t matter that I wanted to tell you I love you too because you’ve gone and wrecked it.” I stalked toward my car.

Just as I reached it, he grabbed me from behind, arms tight around my waist as he rasped into my ear. “You love me?”

I tried to pry his arms off me, digging my nails into his skin. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Let fucking go.”

“No.” His teeth grabbed hold of my earlobe, and he released it as he murmured, “I’d say we’re even now, then.”

I didn’t want to do it, but I had enough despair coursing through me that I let go of what I should and shouldn’t do and did what I had to. I reached behind me and felt his entire body still as I wrapped my hand around his junk. A groan thundered into my ear. I ignored the shiver that took hold and squeezed.

“Son of a whore,” he bellowed, his arms unfolding as luminous cussing drifted into the night.

I yanked open the car door, diving inside as he remained bent over, cupping himself.

When he looked over at me, a crazed glint in his eyes, I flipped him off, then peeled away.

Dash

I remained on the grass in front of someone’s house until the pain in my balls eased enough to let me breathe properly.

Except I still couldn’t breathe. Though that was thanks to a different kind of pain.

Pain that mingled with excruciating joy, the likes of which shouldn’t even coexist.

I wanted to tell you I love you too.

The admission followed me back inside, repeating obsessively as girls tapped my arms, and some guys tried to nab my attention. I went upstairs, flopping down onto the space beside Lars, who was looking like he was about to start flying, he was so damn high.

“Was that Peggy I saw run outta here?” he slurred.

“Uh-huh,” I said, kicking my feet up onto the glass coffee table as I tried to rack my brain into thinking properly. My boots made a jarring sound as they met the glass, but I didn’t care. She loved me. Peggy said she was in love with me.

After she saw me fucking some other chick.

A groan heated my palm as I swiped it down my face and slumped further into the couch. Fuck. What the fuck have I just done?

I wasn’t certain she’d forgive me for this. I knew her, and she’d forgive me for a lot of things, but the choked timbre to her voice and the hurt glaring at me in her eyes, I knew I was screwed.

But she had to. She’d hurt me first, and worse than that, she’d done it right after I’d told her I’d fallen for her. Mere hours, if we’re getting technical. And I was all about technicalities right about now.

She decided to tell me after I’d messed up. There was a difference. So fuck it, I was going to get high and send this night down the barrel straight to hell.

Jackson stalked through the gathering of people hanging in the living room, his eyes searching, then fixing on us before he approached quickly. He kicked my feet off the coffee table then took a seat, his expression grim. “Do none of you assholes answer your phones?”

Lars didn’t say a thing, just stared through thin slits that once resembled eyes.

I took a drag of my blunt, then chased it with a sip of Jack. “Don’t even know where it is.” That was true, though I was certain I’d left it in the room somewhere after unsuccessfully fucking Kayla.

I cringed, taking another large, burning sip of whiskey. I couldn’t even say I hadn’t been thinking. Oh, I’d been thinking all right. With my dick and my bruised heart and ego. Probably not in that order, but that was neither here nor there. I’d fucked up, but I hadn’t known she felt that way about me, and after what she’d done at homecoming, I was struggling to believe she was even telling me the truth.

She probably just missed me.

All I’d wanted was revenge. Sweet, mind-numbing revenge in the form of an escape.

So fuck Peggy. She’d destroyed me. It was only fair I