She doesn’t even need to say it; it’s radiating from her.
Five years is a long time to miss someone.
But Declan was here when I wasn’t.
The bastard.
“We’ll do Miami.”
My fingers drop from hers, and I nod as I accept my fate.
She loves Declan.
She’s happy to dry fuck me on the sofa, but she loves him.
“I can’t wait,” I reply, meaning every word.
Sierra stares down at the floor as I walk away, and I know she’s fighting her emotions.
I stop, turning back as she looks up at me hopefully.
What does she want me to do?
I don’t understand women, I really fucking don’t.
She wants me, she doesn’t, she wants me—fuck.
“If you love him so damn much, why are you looking at me like you want me to take you into your bedroom and finish what we started?”
Sierra shakes her head, almost like she’s under a spell.
Some fucking spell.
“If I wanted that, you’d know.” Sierra backs away, her eyes still locked on mine. “I’m sorry. It was…”
Don’t say it.
“A mistake. It can’t happen again.”
The wind carries her words to me, the emotion filling every word still thumping against my heart when it reaches me.
I can’t say anything because if I do, I’ll ruin any chance of her looking at me like this ever again.
And I want her to look at me like that.
Every morning.
Every night.
“Goodnight,” Sierra chokes out, turning and walking into her house with a composure I didn’t think she had.
The world looks the same as it did when I went into Sierra’s house earlier.
The trees are still standing tall, their leaves moving with the air. Somewhere in the distance a car door slams, and laughter floats on the breeze. The world keeps on spinning; and fuck, I’m still breathing.
But everything has changed.
Trudging down to my car, I have the urge to drive to my old house.
