"You're no fun, Sierra," he calls after me, and I walk into the restroom, coming face to face with my reflection.
My cheeks are flushed, my eyes are alight with desire, but more than anything, my smile is wider than I've seen it in a long time.
Fuck my life.
Can I end everything with Declan?
I should.
Not because I don't love him; I do.
But not like I love Crane.
Wait. What?!
IloveCrane?
My heart throbs with pain, the plaster that I'd used to hold it together fluttering away in the wind that was Crane being back in my life.
Of course, I still loved Crane.
Why else can't I say no to him?
Nausea sweeps over me.
How am I supposed to spend the next four days with another man, unable to be with the one I want?
The only reason Declan is here is because of me,I remind myself grimly.
I rearrange my cami, heading back to the bar.
I find Crane instantly, like the other half of my soul is with his.
I should feel overwhelmed by my emotions and feelings for Crane, but I don't.
I need to make it through the next four days without stealing kisses with Crane.
I can't disrespect Declan like that again.
"Girl, where have you been?" Kiki laces her hand with mine, lifting it to her lips as she frowns. "Oh shit, you look happy."
"Is that a bad thing?" I chew on my lip as Crane smirks behind his beer bottle, turning his attention to Lacey, Lorena's cousin, who is hanging on his every word.
"Well." Kiki frowns, nodding over at Crane. "Don't cheat, Si. It's fucking heartbreaking."
A wave of mortification washes over me as I cringe, squeezing her hand.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that happened to you; I swear I will do something about this. But, I need to think."
Kiki nods, reaching over for a new cocktail, pressing it into my hands.
"Well, you've got four days in Miami, with both of them. I don't envy you." Kiki snorts, eyeballing Declan as he leans against a pillar, chatting to Marnie, a friend of Lorena's. "Did he even notice you were gone?"
I shake my head, exhaling gratefully.
"No. He seems more interested in Marnie than me."
Marnie meets my eyes, waving me over as though to say, 'I don't want your man, Sierra,’ but I clock the guilty look on her face.
