life returning to Dash, and I stand back and glance away as she unzips the dress. I hear the fabric drop and keep my eyes on the wall.
“I’m decent,” she whispers a moment later, her voice sounding small and fragile.
Taking hold of her hand, I pull her out of her room and go to mine. I head straight for the bed and tossing the covers back, I say, “Get in.”
Once Dash is lying down, I pull the covers over her. I walk to my closet and quickly strip out of the jeans and sweater before pulling on a pair of sweatpants.
Climbing into bed, I pull Dash closer until her cheek is resting on my chest. I press a kiss to her hair, then ask, “Better?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, but then she brings her hand up to cover her mouth as a sob shudders through her. “Sorry.” Her voice sounds strained, and it fucking breaks my heart.
Turning my body toward her, I hold her tighter while pressing another kiss to the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I should’ve protected you,” I grind the words out before I promise, “It will never happen again.”
The door to my bedroom opens, and Tristan comes in. “He’s taken care of.”
“Thanks,” I grumble.
He comes to sit behind Dash, and placing a hand on her side, he says, “You deserve better than that piece of shit.”
Dash nods against my chest, then mumble, “Thanks, Tristan.”
My brother’s light blue gaze locks with mine. The same anger swirling inside of me simmers in his eyes. We both got our tempers from our father. It’s just harder for Tristan to control his.
Ryker comes to stand in the doorway. “Dash, can I get you something to drink?”
She pulls away from me and sits up. “Water, please.”
Tristan’s eyes drop to my left hand, then he says, “Bring an ice pack for Christopher.”
“Sure.” Ryker disappears down the hallway.
I glance down at my knuckles. They look a little raw, but I’ll be fine. I rinsed off the fucker’s blood before I went to Dash’s room, not wanting her to see it.
Dash takes hold of my hand and lightly brushes a finger near the bruised skin. When Ryker comes back, she takes the ice pack from him and gently presses it to my knuckles.
I place my right hand over hers, then say, “Have some water. I’m fine.”
Dash pulls her hand from beneath mine and takes the bottle from Ryker. After she’s had a couple of sips, she gives Tristan and Ryker a wavering smile. “You don’t have to hover around me. I’ll be okay. I’m just going to sleep.”
She sets the bottle down on the bedside table, then scoots back down under the covers.
Tristan stands up and takes a deep breath before he turns to leave.
When the door closes behind them, Dash turns onto her side, so she’s facing me. Seeing the tears making her green eyes sparkle like emeralds, I drop the ice pack on the floor so I can wrap my arms around her again.
Dash looks like a doll with her silky blonde hair, fair skin, and eyes the color of dark green leaves. Since I can remember, Dash has been at my side. Being two years older than her didn’t mean shit to me. I’m fiercely protective of her… and tonight, I failed her.
Never again.
What we have… it’s hard to put into words. She’s the other half of me. It’s like we share the same soul. When she hurts, I hurt, and right now, it feels as if my heart has been dug out of my chest.
So why aren’t we dating? The answer is simple. When I was fifteen and Dash thirteen, we made a stupid pact to never date each other. Our friendship is everything to us. It’s all that matters.
But I’m starting to regret the damn pact we made.
“Dating sucks,” Dash whispers, pulling me out of my thoughts. “What happened to all the good guys?”
I begin to brush my hand up and down the length of her back. “You have me.”
“I know.” She lifts her head, and a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. “But it’s not the same thing. At the rate I’m going, I’ll either end up marrying a narcissist that tricked me into thinking he was a decent guy, or –”
“That will never happen,” I grumble, a frown forming on my brow. “I’ll kill him long before you say I do.”
She lets out a chuckle, but the sadness in her eyes kills me. “Orrrr, I’ll end