My eyes burned behind the blindfold. My chest filled with warmth and hope. It was small, but he was letting me touch him. Trusting me not to touch him more than he’d allowed.
I’d earned this much. And I’d do everything I could to earn more.
thirteen
Harper
COLOR.
Silence can be loud, heavy, the air thick with it like a curse.
Gone were the deep red walls of the club. The neon city lights. The roar of my bike.
The sound of his moans, like music.
Gone.
Walking through the doors to my apartment was an ice plunge back into reality—into the world I belonged to and always would.
Black walls. Black countertops and cupboards. Black furniture.
Dull. Silent. Lifeless. More than it ever had been. Because now I had something to compare it to.
The air was warm, but I still felt cold.
It had been nice to pretend. Nice to soak in his warmth, his sounds, his color.
I’d walked through that door tonight and I’d seen him. So exposed. So vulnerable. So trusting. Perfect.
I’d touched him.Tastedhim.
Lost myself.
Temporary. It had to be temporary.
I couldn’t have him.
He wouldn’t belong here with so much vibrancy.
My footsteps echoed off polished floors as I crossed the open space, to spotless glass and another thing that didn’t fit. So bright. Is that why Logan had chosen her? Because Celestine’s color and size didn’t fit in our world. She was what we could never have been.
Had Logan found color wherever he was?
My phone vibrated soundlessly in my pocket. I knew it was him before I unlocked it and opened the app.
1:20 a.m. B:
Home [smiley emoji]
1:20 a.m. B:
Already can’t wait to see you again.
I turned off the lights.
Then I was lying in a silent room, in a bed much too big for me, the only color the reflection of lights from the city beyond my windows.
I couldn’t have him. He didn’t fit.
