“But one final thing,” he said after a moment.
Her heart picked up speed, and she couldn’t find her voice.
He strode toward her and kissed her sweetly, innocently, and without any of the delicious heat she’d learned to crave.
“No more,” he whispered against her wet lips, and left.
How could her heart be broken without ever truly falling in love?
Maybe knowing it was entirely possible to love someone, to have his love in return, and have that hope disappointed was enough to create heartbreak. It certainly felt as much, and with both his kiss and his solemn promise for it to be the last lingering on her lips, the tears slid down her face as she silently cried.
Maybe love wasn’t everything she had hoped it to be.
Maybe it was far more damaging.
