Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

right to me? Why does he have to be so wonderful?
Why do I have to be so fucked up?
“Frankie.” Ren closes the distance between us, sending the heat of his body
pouring over me. “Why do I feel like you’re avoiding the topic?”
“What topic?”
He lifts his eyebrows. “Of last night.”
“Oh. Well. I mean, you weren’t yourself.” I wave a hand, taking a step back.
The breeze sends his warm spiciness my way. He smells too tempting. “Non
compos mentis and all. It’s fine.”
The line etched between his brows deepens. “Why do you seem upset, then?
Tell me what’s wrong, please, Frankie.” Ren’s eyes search mine.
“I can’t.”
I can’t feel this way about you. I can’t want you. I can’t do this.
Something in his face changes, as his gaze dances over my features, like he’s
read my mind.
“Can I ask you something?” he says softly.
No.
Nothing good’s going to come of it, I can feel it already. He misinterprets my
silence as assent.
“Was there…” Ren swallows, raking a hand through his hair. “What did you
say last night when I was falling asleep? It’s on the edge of my memory. But I
can’t recall it.”
My heart thunders. Shit. Shit. “Um…nothing. I-it was nothing.”
His eyes search mine. “Is it nothing because you didn’t mean it? Or is it
nothing because you’re not sure you want me to have heard it, if I did hear it,
that is?”
Roaring fills my ears. I lick my lips, clasp my shaking hands together. “I’m
not sure,” I whisper.
Ren steps closer. I search his eyes in confusion. If he heard me, if he knows
I’m torn up over him, what then?
Holding my eyes, he brushes the back of his hand against mine, sending a
bolt of electricity surging through my body. “There’s something that I think I
should tell you,” he says quietly.
I stare at Ren, fear of the unknown gnawing inside me. I tug my lip between
my teeth and bite until I taste the warm coppery tang of blood.
“Frankie.” His voice is urgent. He sweeps his thumb over my lip and tugs it
free. The pad of his thumb presses my bite. His eyes hold mine, searching for
answers I don’t have. “You hurt yourself.”
I pull away, but he steps with me, fluidly, intuitively, just like the Great