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laced with something akin to… affection? Adoration?
Something more…
“And you ask way too many questions, woman.”
“But–”
Maddox shook his head. “Get in the shower, Lila. Or
we’ll never leave this hotel room.”
Huffing back a response, I stomped to the bathroom. I
locked the door, just in case he got any ideas. I needed
some time alone to think, to prepare myself and my… heart
for what Maddox had planned. Because, regardless of what
I said or did… or how hard I tried to push Maddox away
and to keep my heart in a cage, he made me weak.
I found my disheveled reflection in the mirror and
groaned. The end result of a sex marathon.
Rubbing a hand over my face, I leaned against the sink.
Everything was happening too fast. Two days ago… the
mere idea of sleeping with Maddox was forbidden, almost
taboo.
Now, I was so tightly entangled with him, there was no
way out.
I didn’t even know how to step back, how to go back to
how we were before. My throat tightened with a choked
sound.
Before Maddox, I didn’t know how to fill in the missing
piece. I didn’t even know I was missing a piece of my
puzzle until he sauntered into my life, with a dirty smirk. I
didn’t know I was incomplete until he made me whole.
Before Maddox… I didn’t really know me.
I covered my chest with my hand, and my scars tingled
as a reminder. After the death of my parents, I went on with
the motion of life. I woke up, went to school, reminded
myself to breathe, smiled because I was expected to, slept
while praying the nightmares stayed away. And repeat.
I breathed.
I lived.
But I wasn’t… alive.