The longer she was around him the harder it would be to let go when it finally came to an end. And with Kyle everything came to an end eventually.
That's exactly what it would be to fall in love with him again; pure trouble and a twice broken heart.
Smelling the hint of his cologne. Hearing his voice speak her name. It was like reopening a cut you thought already healed and pouring salt directly into it.
He had never felt so ill-at-ease on a date in his life. Then again, going on a date with your best friend was a delicate matter. He had to proceed with the utmost care and caution.
I had to leave before all those great times we had turned to shit. In my world good things don't last. And great things, things like what we had, sure as hell don't. I was saving us both from a lot of heartache down the road.
Looking at his bare chest and perfectly chiseled abs did not settle the twist in her gut or the flutter of her heart at her recent acceptance that she still loved the man. One kiss and it all came back, washing over her in an overwhelming wave.
He knew it was a horrible time, but seeing her kicked his heart into overdrive.
The stranger spun her around, gloved hand still securely over her mouth. She considered trying to bite down on his fingers and run straight for Kyle. At least then they would both die together. It wasn’t much in terms of comfort, but it damn sure beat both of them dying alone.
Knowing she was a poor liar under pressure kept him from telling her the truth. He remembered far too many occasions as kids when they had formulated a story to stay out of trouble with their parents and she had blown it within seconds.