She lifted a brow, then mouthed, “What?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and mouthed, “Kacie.”
Her lips tightened.
“Be right there,” I said, then hung up.
“I have to go,” I told her.
She stared up at me.
Worry. Fear. Anger. Pity.
Those were the four emotions reflected in those pale blue colored eyes of hers.
Eyes that I thanked my lucky fucking stars I got to see.
I got to watch them as I made her cum.
I got to watch them flare every time I told her that I loved her.
I got to witness the way little sparks of white flashed when she was riled.
Like they were doing right now.
“You do this, and she turns her back on you again, something I know she’s going to do, I....” she trailed off.
At her words, my spine snapped straight.
I inhaled deeply, trying to shove down the worry that her words had called out in me, then I asked, “You what?”
“I don’t know if I can take your back in this.” She said as she bit her bottom lip.
“Then you don’t truly love me,” I told her like a fucking dumbass.
She shook her head, “No... It’s you who doesn’t truly love me, or else you would tell her no.”
Then she moved to the door, opened it, and, without a backward glance, she left.
I sighed, then I pinched the bridge of my nose.
She wasn’t right.
She didn’t know my sister as I did.
And after events unfolded, I would have given anything to go back and change my decision.
Because my third mistake almost cost meher.
***
I reached Mitch’s and then waited.
And I fucking waited.
Then I called Kacie.
No answer.
