Love Triangle Six Books of Torn Desire - Willow Winters Page 0,500

to be torturous.

“Do what?” he asks me cautiously and it pisses me off. The plastic bag crinkles as he reaches behind him, brushing against it and bracing himself against the counter.

“This. I can’t.” I look him in the eyes even as mine water. I let the tears fall as my blood turns to ice, yet my skin heats.

Evan takes a step toward me, my name falling from his lips and his arms open.

“Get out!” I yell at him, feeling the weakness threatening to consume me. Threatening to bring me right back to him. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you here.”

“It’s going to be alright,” he tries to tell me, that placating tone in his voice making me even angrier.

“Well it’s not now, and you need to get the fuck out,” I seethe. My body trembles as I look him in the eyes and tell him again. “I need space, and that means you leaving.” This townhouse is in both our names, I’m more than aware of that and he could easily bring that up. He has a right to be here and part of me wishes he would, but he doesn’t. He stares at the ground for a moment, his broad shoulders rising slowly with each heavy breath. My body shakes as he snatches his keys off the counter and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

I try to convince myself as I move to the counter, bracing my hot palms on the cold stone and focusing on breathing. This is the worst it’s ever been between us. And I know it’s the end of us. I can feel it deep down in my bones. Shattering my core.

Out of the need to move, to do something and just go through the motions, I reach for the bag on the counter.

It’s a mistake. Inside is a bottle of coffee creamer.

It’s so stupid that something like this could shred me. That it can make me fall to the floor. That it can make me feel like I’ve made the worst decision of my life.

That it makes me feel like I’m alone. And that it’s my fault for pushing Evan away.

Chapter Ten

EVAN

It happened so slowly,

So slowly I couldn’t see.

She ruined me, damned me,

And brought me to my knees.

I can’t deny there was only one,

Only her for me.

One true love is a lie,

But with her, it has to be.

It’s funny how love was there right from the start and I didn’t even know it.

Looking around my old bedroom in my father’s house reminds me of all the times I spent here, but more than anything the last time I was in here. When I was crying like a bitch on my bed, burying my head into the pillow and refusing to accept that my mother was dying.

I glance at it, the red plaid flannel sheets tucked in tight. Kat did that. She made the bed the next morning. She held me all night. She let me cry and didn’t tell me to stop. She just loved me.

I think she loved me from the very beginning though.

I remember that first date we had a few days after meeting her. I could still feel the beat of the heavy music in the club pumping through my veins as I opened the door to my apartment on the edge of Brooklyn. I looked over my shoulder to take a peek at her, knowing the alcohol was wearing off and what I wanted was more than obvious.

I could tell she was surprised by how nice my place was. There’s a lot of remodeling going on in the city and I spent my money wisely, always have.

The second the door closed, my hands were all over her just like they had been in the taxi and in the club. We were magnetized toward each other.

That’s why I think it was love. Lust is one thing. It comes and goes. And the moment you’re filled and satisfied, disinterest takes its place. But that’s never been the case for us. There was always more. Even as we grew apart, it only made what could be that much more tempting.

I turn the lights off in my bedroom as a distant siren drowns the silence of the room and headlights from a passing car leave stripes of light moving through the small space.

Again, I remember what we used to have. Who we used to be. The first night is all I can think about. The day she ruined me forever. And I