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

He needed me.
He needed me.
He needed me.
It happened in slow motion. I took the elevator down to
the lobby and found him there. Pacing the length of it. His
body was tensed and locked tight. His fingers tugging on
his hair, like a mad man. He let out a small sound in the
back of his throat, an angry growl, as he began to hit the
side of his skull. “Fuck, fuck… FUCK!”
He crumbled before me.
“Maddox,” I said his name, before I realized what I was
doing.
His head snapped up, and he stared at me, blue eyes so
raw, so deep… deep as the ocean that I could easily drown
in them and I… did. Drowned and sunk to the bottom.
His face contorted in pain. I wasn’t wearing any life
jacket when he caught me in his powerful, violent tides and
pulled me below the surface, dragging me into the deep
end.
“Lila,” Maddox said hoarsely. He looked at me, as if I
was his saving grace, his lifeline.
His chest rattled with ragged breaths, and I could see
the panic setting in. “The elevator,” he croaked.
The look he gave me, it eviscerated my heart. Destroyed
my already broken heart, further fracturing it into little
pieces that could not be glued together again.
I walked to him, stepping a hairsbreadth away from his
shaking form. “The…elevator… I can’t… Lila.” His deep,
broken timbre vibrated through my bones and slid down my
spine. I trembled, feeling his pain as if it were my own.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, grasping his hand in mine.
Maddox laced our fingers together, holding on tightly. So
tight I almost lost the feeling in my hand.
Moving onto my tiptoes, I brought our faces closer. “Do
you trust me?”