I fucking run.
Spilling my rage onto the asphalt, tearing down the street, as tears overwhelm me and rain in sheets down my dumbfounded face.
22
ELIJAH
“Alex!”I yell after him. “Alex!”
But he’s pounding down the street like an Olympic runner, determined and mad.
Fucking hell. I can’t fucking believe my luck! What the fuck was he doing here?
I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to?—
Ughhh.
I rake my hands over my head, through my hair. This cannot be happening! Not this way! I should have talked to him. Told him the truth about my husband.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck…
And then my eyes land on the rainbow-colored flowers—roses, scattered across the sidewalk where Alex had been standing.
And that’s when I cry.
I fucking cry.
For the first time in my life—I’m crying.
23
ALEX
I’m out of breath.The muscles in my legs are burning, searing. And my heart feels like it’s splitting open.
I bend at the waist, hands on my knees, gasping for air.
Fucking Elijah.
Fucking Elijah!
And what thefuckwas Gabriel doing with him?!
I can’t think. I can’t breathe.
I need a fucking drink.
No—I need an ocean of alcohol.
Fuck. Where can I get myself a stiff drink?
Stiff—Elijah’s stiff dick pressed solidly against Gabriel’s.
Fuck, Alex, stop. He’s not worth it. He’s notworthit.
Elijaaah…
I hear something. Music. Drifting through the air—palpitating—soft, loud, soft, loud… skipping in tune with my erratic heartbeat as it fights to find its natural rhythm again.
