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"Shane?" she asks again, but I know she knows it’s me I know that she feels h quality to s I do not want to exist, but I don’t see there?" she asks, throwing the blankets off

Hearing the confusion in her voice, I close the space between us, reaching her as she twists around to face own I can barely make out is all that covers her I don’t iht about what I sensed in her She is uncertain But still I stand over her, and she see for what coe that is insideto understand what is happening with uilt won’t stop clawing at me, and she is the only answer I know to silence it

I lean over her,her into thehers "My God, Shane You’re soaking wet"

There’s concern in her voice, and it hits me that I don’t knohat it’s like to have soood, so I oddly did not think I needed, until it was her who cared Her offering it Giving it freely "It’s snowing," I say "I walked ho," she says, her soft pal Why did you walk?"

"It’s a long story, but I wassomeone about a corporate sponsorship a few miles from here and--"

"Brody Matthews," she says "I heard you talk about hi time for him but he didn’t show up"

"That’s crazy Why would he do that?"

"He was in a car accident"

"Oh God Oh no Is he okay?"

"No He’s not" The next words are lead on asps "Ohh the darkness "I’ood," I say,her war isn’t what I have on my mind" My free hand frames her face and ry insidethroughI didn’t want to feel, nor do I want her to taste I tearbreath is soft, and sexy, andyou wet in all the wrong ways," I say "I need to go shower" I try to o shower," I repeat, but what I need is to get o hand in hand right now

She hesitates, holding on to ers slowly slip away I waste no ti space between us, and crossing to the bathroo the door behind me, but I do not look in the mirror I walk to the shower and turn on the water, then strip off lass I came here to save my family, but I haven’t saved theames I tried to save him when he is the one who doesn’t deserve to be saved And because of that, I haven’t done enough, and others could die that ut and I walk to the mirror and I don’t knohat happens I take one look at myself, an emotion I cannot nalass splintering, but not shattering, and a line fore

"Shane!"

"Fuck," I breathe out with the realization Emily has entered the room, that I’ve done this, and she has seen a side of rab the sink, pain splintering through et out until I get--"

It’s too late She’s already by my side, and the minute her hand comes down on my back, I have even less control than a moment before I need her To touch her To taste her To be inside her, and I grab her, pulling her in front of ers tangle roughly in her hair, while my free hand cups her backside, and then the nextinto her mouth, and this ti that was on er I let her taste the betrayal I feel fro mother I let her taste what I only realize now, in this moment: that Brody’s death was preventable, whereas iven up on saving my brother They are lost, but she is here and I will not lose her I will not let anyone hurt her

She moans into mywhere it now rests at her hip Wanting, needing, skin against skin, I reach down, and grab the top of the silk gown she is wearing, yanking it, the aze rakes over her high, full breasts, her rosy pebbled nipples And then I a at her nipple, nothing gentle in my kiss or my touch There is just this deep need that has only one answer and that is her, and she is right there with me, as if she is as desperate for some unknown answer that we can only find with the unobtainable pleasure Touchingle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">