I questioned in disbelief. “Tell me, Daniel, what exactly was there between us?”
His eyes widened for a moment, a look of incredulity on his face before the side to Daniel I didn’t like shifted across his features and I braced myself, knowing his cruel side was making an appearance.
“Oh come on, Ink. You can’t tell me that we didn’t have the best sex ever. You were always panting for my cock, couldn’t get enough of it, always needed it buried in your body somewhere.”
I pushed against him, my hands pressing into his chest, but he was solid, unmovable. My face was burning with shame, because as much as his words hurt me, I knew that they were true. We had had the best sex, he had made me fall on my knees and beg for it. But I had also fallen in love with him, with everything I knew he could be, and more importantly, everything I knew he wanted to be, as much as he fought it.
My throat ached as a tear slipped free and I swallowed the sob that was trying desperately to wrench free. “I FUCKING LOVED YOU!” I screamed at him, my fists pounding into him. “I loved you but you… you couldn’t ever…”
He grabbed my hands in one of his, lifting them away from the pain I was bestowing on him and held them above my head. His fingers curled around my chin, holding my face still as he leaned in even closer. The tip of his nose rested against mine, his hot breath wiping over my face as his eyes closed for a moment and he fought for control.
“You can’t love me, Zo. You can’t. I can’t… ever do that.”
Another sob broke free, opening his eyes. “Yet you hate me for trying to find comfort elsewhere. I was lonely, Daniel, so god damn lonely, sat waiting for you, wondering whether I would even see you that particular month, never mind that week.”
He reared back and narrowed his eyes. “Do you love Jakob’s dad?”
I was surprised he even knew his name. “No,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean that.”
He dropped his forehead to mine as though relieved at my words. We remained quiet, just locked against the wall. My body was crying out for his touch, the closest I had been to him in over a year. My senses reeled in every part of him, his scent, the feel of him so close, the sound of his deep gruff voice. It was as though Christmas had come early and delivered numerous gifts all at once, the overload making my head throb.
“Why is it always so hard with you, Ink?” he whispered. I wasn’t sure whether he had wanted me to hear his ache but he shook his head and moved away, leaving a chill to seep into my body. “I can never give you what you want. Yet, I want to take everything from you.”
“What I want? You have no idea what I want, Daniel. But you needn’t worry. I won’t trouble you anymore. I’m done, I’m done with this shit, this fucking city, this fucking life.”
I turned, my anger making my movements stiff and quick. The door was still open luckily, or I may have forced a hole through it in my haste to get away from him. How dare he tell me he couldn’t give me what I wanted when he had no bloody idea what I even wanted.
He snatched hold of my arm just before I reached the door to my own room, his pull spinning me round to face him. “What do you mean?”
“I’m leaving.” I glared at him. Luckily anger was controlling me, if it hadn’t been I knew I would have been a trembling mess buried in a corner somewhere. I hadn’t realised just how deeply in love with him I still was. Being close to him again brought everything hurtful and agonising back to the surface. “I’m moving to Miami.”
“What?” The high pitch of his voice confused me. His eyes were wide as his head shook from side to side. “What?”
I sighed, shaking my head sadly and pulled my arm from his hold, his shock leaving his hold relaxed. “Goodbye, Daniel.”
“God damn it, Zoe.” He caught up with me, snatching hold of my hand again. “You can’t just up and leave because of me.”
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His eyes widened for a moment, a look of incredulity on his face before the side to Daniel I didn’t like shifted across his features and I braced myself, knowing his cruel side was making an appearance.
“Oh come on, Ink. You can’t tell me that we didn’t have the best sex ever. You were always panting for my cock, couldn’t get enough of it, always needed it buried in your body somewhere.”
I pushed against him, my hands pressing into his chest, but he was solid, unmovable. My face was burning with shame, because as much as his words hurt me, I knew that they were true. We had had the best sex, he had made me fall on my knees and beg for it. But I had also fallen in love with him, with everything I knew he could be, and more importantly, everything I knew he wanted to be, as much as he fought it.
My throat ached as a tear slipped free and I swallowed the sob that was trying desperately to wrench free. “I FUCKING LOVED YOU!” I screamed at him, my fists pounding into him. “I loved you but you… you couldn’t ever…”
He grabbed my hands in one of his, lifting them away from the pain I was bestowing on him and held them above my head. His fingers curled around my chin, holding my face still as he leaned in even closer. The tip of his nose rested against mine, his hot breath wiping over my face as his eyes closed for a moment and he fought for control.
“You can’t love me, Zo. You can’t. I can’t… ever do that.”
Another sob broke free, opening his eyes. “Yet you hate me for trying to find comfort elsewhere. I was lonely, Daniel, so god damn lonely, sat waiting for you, wondering whether I would even see you that particular month, never mind that week.”
He reared back and narrowed his eyes. “Do you love Jakob’s dad?”
I was surprised he even knew his name. “No,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean that.”
He dropped his forehead to mine as though relieved at my words. We remained quiet, just locked against the wall. My body was crying out for his touch, the closest I had been to him in over a year. My senses reeled in every part of him, his scent, the feel of him so close, the sound of his deep gruff voice. It was as though Christmas had come early and delivered numerous gifts all at once, the overload making my head throb.
“Why is it always so hard with you, Ink?” he whispered. I wasn’t sure whether he had wanted me to hear his ache but he shook his head and moved away, leaving a chill to seep into my body. “I can never give you what you want. Yet, I want to take everything from you.”
“What I want? You have no idea what I want, Daniel. But you needn’t worry. I won’t trouble you anymore. I’m done, I’m done with this shit, this fucking city, this fucking life.”
I turned, my anger making my movements stiff and quick. The door was still open luckily, or I may have forced a hole through it in my haste to get away from him. How dare he tell me he couldn’t give me what I wanted when he had no bloody idea what I even wanted.
He snatched hold of my arm just before I reached the door to my own room, his pull spinning me round to face him. “What do you mean?”
“I’m leaving.” I glared at him. Luckily anger was controlling me, if it hadn’t been I knew I would have been a trembling mess buried in a corner somewhere. I hadn’t realised just how deeply in love with him I still was. Being close to him again brought everything hurtful and agonising back to the surface. “I’m moving to Miami.”
“What?” The high pitch of his voice confused me. His eyes were wide as his head shook from side to side. “What?”
I sighed, shaking my head sadly and pulled my arm from his hold, his shock leaving his hold relaxed. “Goodbye, Daniel.”
“God damn it, Zoe.” He caught up with me, snatching hold of my hand again. “You can’t just up and leave because of me.”
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