I drove him to it.
He lets go of a wounded sigh. “Please.”
I sidestep him and head for the sink while my heart cracks open a little more. They say God never gives you more than you can handle, but right now, I think God is out to punish me. Probably because I love a man while married to another. Or maybe because right now I want nothing more than to fall into Linc’s arms and forget about Dean altogether.
What kind of person does that make me?
“Sylvie, look at me.”
“You need to leave, Linc.”
“Syl.”
Clutching the edge of the sink, I fight back the tears. “Please.”
“I’m not leaving you again. Not ever.” He rests his hands on my shoulders, and I sag with despair. “Let me help you.”
“You can’t help me, no one can.”
“Let me try. I know you’re hurting. Let me be here for you.”
I shove at his chest. “I said no! I don’t want you here.”
His eyes flicker with pain. “You don’t mean that.”
“Yes, I do. I can’t look at you without thinking about him.”
“How can you say that?”
“Get out. Go live your life and stop worrying about trying to fix mine.”
“Please, don’t push me away. I need you.”
“You don’t need me. I’m broken, Linc, can’t you see? Just leave.”
“Sylvie, please—”
“Just fuckingleave!” My throat is raw, so are my insides.
I don’t want to feel anything, not ever again. It hurts too damn much.
