What the actual fuck am I thinking?
I need to stop drinking.
“No,” I say firmly, “I don’t know what Kai said, but Declan doesn’t mistreat me. We argue, but what couple doesn’t?”
Crane nods, still staring into my soul.
“I don’t like him.”
“You don’t have to like him.” I shrug, striding over to the sofa.
What has gotten into Crane? And Kai?!
“You know I left you because I had to. If I’d have known you’d have ended up with him, I’d have taken you with me.”
My stomach tenses into a ball, and my eyes sting with tears.
“And I probably would’ve gone if you’d have asked.”
Crane closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhales.
“You deserve better than him. I doubt he’s changed much.”
“You can’t blame me, Crane. That’s not fair. You left without a word, not a fucking word. I know why, but it doesn’t mean that now you’re back, I drop everything to….”
Crane stares at me, cutting off my words in my mouth.
“To what, Sierra?”
Crane smirks, and my mouth dries.
“To be your fuck buddy or whatever. I’m too old for that now.”
Crane joins me on the sofa, his fingers gripping my chin as he turns me to face him.
My heart pounds in my ears as his thumb strokes my cheek, his breath fanning my face.
Oh my God.
“How many fuckingtimes, Sierra? You were never going to be my fuck buddy.”
I’m trembling.
He’s waiting, and I don’t know what for—for me to make a move?
I can’t.
The difference is…I want to.
“If you came back, and I was single, things would’ve been different.” My voice is stronger now, but I’m internally screaming at myself.
Crane’s fingers move down my throat, his thumb twisting my head to the side.
“Why? What would’ve happened?”
My fingers find his neck, and I massage the skin there, moaning softly.
“If I were single…” My breath quickens as he allows his finger to graze my nipple, skimming down my torso to my hip.
