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"Really?" She arches a brow, her cigarette dangling froot your e pretty loud and clear after I didn’t hear froht It was a dick er" I take a deep breath "Listen, I knohat I did rong I shouldn’t have walked away from you"
"You didn’t just walk away You stayed away for over two er too, if you hadn’t seento avoid arette out in the tray that’s sitting at her feet
I stare at Fable, overco near her for so long She’s beautiful, pissed at ain is like having a hme into action I’m…overcome
All I know is I need her Nowto do," I finally say
"Typical I feel like a doll Like a stupid, pretty doll no one cares about, forgotten on a shelf Every once in a while, you or whoever else wants to take h to get my hopes up and otten again Like I don’t even exist" She tosses her head back and gazes up at the dark sky "My mom was pretty dead on when she named me Fable, wasn’t she? I don’t feel real to anyone"
"You’re real to me," I whisper So damn real, it hurts not to touch her
I want her inme
She stands and crosses her ar up her brsts in the sexy-as-hell black bra that I can see through the thin white lace shirt she has on The outfit kills me I want to both tear it off of her and throw a coat over her shoulders so no other guy can see her like this "I can’t do this, Drew I can’t pretend like seeing you after so long is no big deal when really h it lacks humor "I think it’s best if we stay away fro you in front of me hurts too much"
My heart botto this Fighting the panic that threatens to sweep me under, I step closer to her "Fable…"
She steps back, looking scared, as if she has nowhere to go, and that o"
I take another step toward her, and she takes another one back, buainst the wall behind her She’s trapped, she knows it, and all I can think is thank God she can’t run away from me "You don’t want me to leave"
"Yes, I do" She nods, her expression firm, but her voice is weak
I move in so close I invade her personal space Her war me, and I braceher I’ve got her cory upturned face, all I can think is how ht red lipstick all to hell "How late do you work?" I ask, et her ho how I’ve ruined this fragile thing between us, but I have hopes I can turn everything around
The tre in her body is a clue she’s not overin her gaze tells me I still have a chance too
"Too late toout, she pushes aton my front, and I hiss in a breath as if she’s burnedher hands onher claied to only her forfor hers, but she turns her head at the last second and I end up kissing her cheek instead She’s quivering, little shuddering breaths escape from her parted lips, and I closeof my heart as I nuzzle the side of her face "I really fked up, didn’t I?" I whisper against her skin
Fable nods, draws in a deep breath as her hands drop away from my chest "You did"
"Tell me what I can do to make it up to you" I need to know I can’t let her think this is over between us
She still keeps her face averted, as if she’s afraid to lookyou can do It’s o--over between us"
I re her to look at , scared eyes meet mine and for a uesthouse ere about to eirl in the palm of my hand and she had ht out of rip and now look at her
She’s…different Her entire life has changed in ato do with it She’s ering
"I need to get back to work," she whispers "You should go back to your friends"
I stroke her face, let ers trace the delicate line of her jaw She closes her eyes, I notice the subtle movement of her throat as she ss and I dipthat connection I so desperately want Myher lips, the sweet, mysterious depths within She parts her lips iue inside, tangling it with hers
A groan escapesat the sa a word, her gaze dropping to ain I knohat she wants
I want it too
We can’t resist each other This oneto continue this connection
I need her And she needsokay?"
We both turn our heads to see so, dressed all in black, his gaze sharp as it lingers on me He looks like he wants to kick ’sback to work" She shoves ather escape Just like that
Fable doesn’t look at me as she heads into the restaurant Doesn’t say a word toat each other, sizing each other up He’s older, at least in his late twenties, and big