Emersyn pulled open the door. “Hey, guys.” She greeted us with a meek, concerned smile as we stepped inside the small cabin.
Looking around the space now, knowing I would share it with Skye, made my skin itch. There was really no place to get away from each other.
I stepped to the side, giving August a clear path to Emersyn. He marched forward, not missing a beat as he wrapped his arms around Emersyn and pressed his lips to hers.
I looked away, giving them a moment, and met a pair of hazel-green eyes. The tops of Skye’s cheekbones reddened as she shifted on her feet.
My stomach tightened as the unwelcome memory of what it used to feel like kissing Skye surfaced. As if on their own, my eyes darted to her lips. I had long ago memorized the shape of them, the taste of them.
Her mouth parted as she pulled in a sharp breath, yanking me free of my thoughts. My hand tightened around the strap of my duffel bag and I gave my head a little shake. Those were thoughts I definitely didn’t need to entertain.
Embarrassment crept under my skin as I avoided her gaze. Skye wasn’t mine anymore. I didn’t even want her to be. The thoughts of kissing her needed to stay far away from the front of my mind.
“We’re gonna get going.” August’s voice was a welcome distraction. He had an arm slung over Emersyn’s shoulders, and she leaned into him. “Emy’s tired.”
“I’m definitely not the tired one between the two of us.” She frowned.
A half grin tugged at the corner of his lip. “Sure…” His tone was slightly sarcastic, but he kissed the top of her head. “I know you probably wanted to work when we got home, but I’m dragging that nice ass of yours to bed.”
Emersyn elbowed him in the stomach. He chuckled as she headed toward the door.
“Call me in the morning,” she called over her shoulder, looking toward Skye. “We’re going to figure this out as soon as possible.”
Skye nodded. “Thank you, Emersyn. For everything.”
Emersyn waved off her thanks. “Of course.”
She pulled the door open, August right behind her.
My brother paused at the doorframe, his gaze shooting between Skye and me. “Good luck, you two.” He raised his brows.
And then they were gone, leaving Skye and me alone in a cabin in the middle of the woods.
We stood in what felt like a chasm of silence. It was heavy, like smothering humidity on a muggy summer day.
It was hard to even breathe.
Skye spoke first.
“Do you…want something to drink?”
I forced my gaze toward her. The question seemed so normal. I had the bizarre inkling to laugh.
“Something to drink?”
She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. It was shorter than I’d ever seen it. I liked it. She’d be beautiful no matter what she did with her hair, though.
“I know this is the last place you want to be,” she said. “But I have water and tea and coffee if you want something.”
Her tone was very matter-of-fact, but her slight fidgeting gave away her nervousness.
I shook my head. “No. Thank you.”
Disappointment flitted over her face. “Okay.” She crossed her arms over her chest. Her oversized sweatshirt sleeves were pulled mostly over her hands. The leggings she wore clung to her thighs and calves. Skye had an effortless kind of beauty. The kind that used to take my breath away.
Hell, it still did.
But I wasn’t here to gawk at my ex-girlfriend.
