Page 122 of Don's Blaze


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“The truth.”

“Which is?”

She looked at me as if she had no idea what I was talking about.

“What is the truth, Jocelyn?” I asked again, approaching her.

She moved into the living room. “I don’t know what you’re trying to get at.”

“We’re just…”I mocked in a feminine tone, the exact words she’d said to her brother seconds ago. “Just, what? Just working on this case? Just fuck buddies? Is that what you were going to tell him?”

My heart drilled against my chest. Everything in me told me that was the line of thinking she was going down to tell Corey what we were.

“Why do you seem so angry right now?”

“Because you’re full of shit, Jocelyn,” I said through clenched teeth. “We’re not just fucking, and you weren’t avoiding telling him about us because he’stoo sensitive right now.”

She folded her arms across her chest and grilled me with her eyes. “He’s sensitive. You saw his reaction.”

“He’s also a grown ass man that will eventually get over it. Especially when he finds out the truth.”

She spread her arms wide. “What truth?”

“That I’m fucking in love with you.”

Her mouth fell open, but I couldn’t stop there.

Approaching her, I took her face into both of my hands. “In the past six months, you’ve become my entire damn world, don’t you know that by now? You are my everything. I want you every second of every day. Not just in my bed, but next to me, laughing with me, playing video games together, planning our future together, everything. Hell, even fighting with me, if it means I get to hear your voice.”

Her eyes watered, and I could feel the tremble in her body. She dropped her gaze to the floor, and I felt like the world fell around me. A heaviness I never knew before settled over my entire body.

“Don’t say you’re not in love with me too, Jocelyn. I know the look I see in your eyes. I see it when I stare at my own reflection.”

“I...Don...”

Dropping my hands, I started to shake my head. “Don’t say it, Jocelyn. Don’t fuck us up because you’re scared.”

She wiped away a tear. “I care for you, Don.”

“Fuck that,” I growled.

My phone interrupted my next words.

We both peered down at the screen. Right then, I remembered I’d left the ringer on because I’d been expecting a call from Carter.

“You need to get that,” Jocelyn said.

I glared at her but answered the phone.

“Yeah?”

“We found him,” Carter said, not wasting time.

My heart pounded in my chest, and I gritted my teeth. Of course, this call would come in right now.

“I’m on my way.”

Jocelyn approached. “Was that Carter?”