“If you were with me, you wouldn’t walk around with that sad look in your eyes. If you were with me, whoever the hell was trying to hurt you would have stopped, or they’d be fucking dead. Admit it: You picked the wrong brother.”
“That isn’t fair.”
“You’re right, it’s not,” he countered. “But life isn’t fair. And I’m tired of letting everyone around me take the things that should rightfully be mine.”
“You’re only saying this now because you know I’m with him. Before, you wouldn’t give me the time of day. If you even noticedme, it was only to scream at me and hurt my feelings. Or have you forgotten the way you treated me up until a month ago?”
“I wasn’t ready then to accept what I feel for you. What I’ve always felt for you.”
“And now you are?”
“Now I am.” His voice was softer as he reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Now I am,” he repeated, and I flinched as his fingers grazed my cheek.
“Stop it.”
“I can’t.” But he did. He drew his hand away and let it fall to his side, taking a step back, looking at me with grief, with sorrow, but then with such anger that everything else disappeared.
“I made a decision yesterday, and I’m not going back on it,” I said.
“Then get out.”
He didn’t have to say it twice.
