DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

“You kill me, too.” My chest tightened at her breathy
confession.
Our foreheads touched, and my gaze lowered to where
her tits were pressed against my chest. Her scars looked
red and angry against her glistening, sweaty skin. I traced
a single finger over the jagged, harsh lines. She flinched
but didn’t stop me. Her scars called to me, and I felt the
need to touch them. Feel them. I ran my fingers over her
past, tracing the dents and rough edges of her soul.
Her heart thudded against my touch, and I felt it. Felt
the echoing pain that still lingered in her heart.
“Does it hurt?” I asked, although I already knew the
answer.
“Not anymore,” Lila replied softly. “Sometimes, it feels
like it hurts, not that it really does… but my therapist said
that it’s all in my head. It’s kind of like a ghost pain. My
body remembers it, even though my injuries are no longer
painful.”
Her fingers clasped around my wrist, but she didn’t pull
my hand away. Actually, she laid my palm over her chest,
feeling her stuttering heartbeat. Her skin felt like velvet
against my callous fingers, but I kept my touch tender.
“Do you know what hurts the most, Maddox?” She spoke
quietly, her voice barely audible.
“Tell me,” I rasped. Tell me everything, Lila. Tell me
every bit of your pain and let me carry it for you.
She let out a small humorless laugh. The pain in her
voice was so heavy, my chest tightened in response. “It’s
the fact that I will never be able to find justice. For myself.
For my parents. I’ve long accepted that fact, but it still
pains me.”
My head lowered to her breasts, and my lips skimmed
over the harsh, white and pink lines. “I’m sorry I wasn’t
there when you needed me.”
Lila dragged her nails through my scalp. “Don’t be silly.”