CALLUM
Well fuck that’s not good. I thought things were going well between us. The sex is amazing, I love spending time with her. Even if we are just sitting together. Her presence brings me a peace I haven’t experienced since I joined the Marines.
“Okay..” I take a deep breath in, hold it for a few seconds, before breathing out. Kyra holds my gaze, and I can see her breaking before my eyes.
“I can’t do this anymore, Callum.” A glistening tear runs down her cheek, and I go to brush it away.
As soon as my hand moves towards her face, she sits up suddenly and puts space between us. My body instantly feels cold. Not only because I have lost her body warmth, but the look on her face has hardened. Like, I can almost feel the ice wall she has built up around her heart.
“What do you mean?” I keep my voice even and emotionless, despite the emotions simmering just under my flesh.
“I mean that I need space. I don’t need a fuck buddy, or a friend, or anything. I need you to leave.” The words come out of her mouth, but hit my heart like an ice-tipped spear.
“Okay…” I climb out of bed slowly. I refuse to leave her without taking care of the mess I made first. “Let me at least help you clean up, then you won’t see me again…unless you ask.”
I exit the bedroom and make my way towards the bathroom. I pull a washcloth out of the linen closet, and allow the water to heat up. Soaking the cloth in warm water, I wring it out so it is no longer dripping. Walking back towards the bedroom, I take another long, deep breath before entering the room again.
As I enter the room, I notice she is curled up, back against the headboard, her knees are pulled up to her chest, and her forehead is resting on them. I can see her back shake slightly, indicating she is probably crying, and that breaks my heart.
“I brought a warm towel,” I say to announce my presence to her. “May I help you clean up?”
Walking over to the bed, and without looking up at me, she sticks her hand out for the towel. I set the washcloth in her hand before heading back out to the living room.
Quickly, I pull my clothes back on and snag my jacket off the chair before arming the security system and leaving the house. Instead of heading into the house, I head for the gun range.
The walk out to the woods is cold. I bring my hands to my face to warm them with my breath, and I smell her on my skin. The scent hurts my heart. I may never understand why she did this, but I have to honor her wishes. She is going to need the support, so I pull my phone out of my jacket.
Me: I think Kyra could use a friend. You should go see her.
I send the message to Nyx. While my heart is breaking in half, she needs the support.
Nyx: What did you do to her?
Me: Please talk to her before you attack me. I didn’t do anything, Nyx. She ripped my heart out. But she needs you.
I power my phone off, not willing to be attacked by Nyx right now.
My arms are pretty much noodles. The clock on the wall indicates I’ve been out here for three hours, and it’s now almost two in the morning. I place the handgun down on the bench before me. Taking a look around, I see the ground completely covered in spent shells.
Fuck, how many rounds have I used?
Snatching the large broom off the wall, I start to sweep up the mess. There is a beeping that indicates the security system is being switched off. Graham rounds the corner with two large travel mugs of coffee, and he looks exhausted.
“Hey,” I say quietly.
“So do you want to tell me what happened?” Graham hands me one of the mugs, and he hops up on the bench next to where I was shooting.
“What is there to say? We had mind-blowing sex, and I thought a great fucking date. But it couldn’t have been that great if she dumped me. Not that we were dating. It’s fine.” I take a sip of the coffee and about choke when I realize it’s just whiskey.
“It’s whiskey, dude,” Graham laughs.
“No shit.”
“So did you give her your surprise?” He asks.
“No, didn’t have a chance.” Running my hands through my hair, I plop down on the small couch the guys put out here.
With the games I’ve heard they play with Nyx, I really shouldn’t sit on it, but at this point, I don’t care. Graham hops down and joins me, throwing his arm over my shoulder and dragging me in for a brotherly hug. I chug the mug of whiskey, hoping to let the liquor soothe my heart.
