Wreck Me - Page 164

She snuggles further into me like she wants to get inside of me. She’s already there, embedded under my skin.

“Why aren’t you, princess?”

One thought blares through, and my entire body tenses; my muscles might snap.

“Would it be Kaden’s or mine?”

“Dane…”

I grip her chin, lifting her face to me. “Would you even know?”

“I would,” she says in a small, broken voice.

“So if it’s mine, would you keep it?”

She looks through me, lost somewhere I don’t have access to. But her silence is also an answer. And that fucking guts me.

“After what we fucking shared, you can’t even answer me.”

“I’m sorry,” she says through blurry eyes.

“Just go.”

She stumbles out of the car, and I drive away, punching at my wheel until my knuckles ache.

I go back to Mia and Hunter’s house in agony, bleeding from my open heart.

I need my best friend to tell me it’s going to be all right. That this nightmare will end. I clutch my belly. What if? No, I can’t think right now about that or about the hurt in Dane’s eyes.

I see Celine walking out of Kaden’s room. That means Kaden is too wrapped in his own pain to help make mine bearable.

“How is he?” I ask her.

“Over me.”

I snort and grab her hand, dragging her downstairs. I’m pretty sure I put an end to my love story tonight, but if I can help someone else, I have to.

And I need a distraction. I keep falling while hoping to finally hit rock bottom.

I push her down on the couch while I fill two glasses with alcohol.

“Drink up, buttercup.”

“Is it poisoned?”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

A small smile lifts the corners of her mouth. “You must hate me.”

I sip from my drink. “I don’t hate you.”

“Not even after Dane?”

My body tenses. The only person I hate is me.

“I’m jealous.”

“You don’t have any reason to be.”