I hated it, because I wish he were here with me. But I found relief know that he wasn’t alone.
“No.” I sigh. “Not really.”
“Easton?”
“How did you guess?” I grunt.
“As someone who was pining after a person they couldn’t have, I picked up on a vibe.” She smiles.
“My head is in shambles.” I scrub at my face.
“You love him, don’t you?”
“No,” I tell her. “It’s not like that.”
“Maybe not. But you care about him.”
I do. A lot.
And I’m lying to my sister. I do love Easton. I don’t think I’ve ever stopped.
What scares me the most is that I think I’m more far gone for him now than I was before. And that's a very dangerous thing.
Easton is going to fight me, fight this. I know he wants me, that’s fucking obvious, but he won’t allow himself to feel it, or accept it.
Maybe he doesn’t think he deserves it, or maybe he’s afraid of his father.
I just fucking wish he would talk to me.
“It’s complicated.”
Lilly leans her head against my shoulder. “I know. Want some advice?”
“Sure,” I mutter.
“Don’t give up on him. He needs you now more than ever.”
My brows pinch. How does she know that? As far as I know, my family, apart from Brody, hasn’t been around Easton.
Is there something I don’t know? More that they’re not telling me?
“What makes you say that?”
She leans back and looks at me with sad eyes. “I just know. Trust me.”
She knows something. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Just... sometimes, things aren't as they appear. He might say he hates you, but he doesn't. Just don’t give up on him.”
My eyes flick between hers. “I won’t,” I promise, and fuck, I feel that in my soul.
Something is telling me to believe her, and not to give up on Easton, yet. For now, I’ll listen.
But how much more of this push and pull can my heart take?
Chapter 15
Easton
