Page 47 of Break my Heart

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Page 47 of Break my Heart

I beeline to the fridge and peek inside. Disappointment bubbles up inside me when I don’t find much in the way of sustenance. With my fingers tapping against the door, I throw out the question. “How’s it going?”

“Pretty good. And you?”

“Same.”

From the corner of my eye, I watch as she grabs a piece of fruit from the counter before taking a few steps toward the living room.

“Willow?” Her name shoots out of my mouth before I can think better of it.

She glances at me with raised brows from the other side of the threshold. “Yeah?”

Now that she’s staring at me with curiosity brimming in her wide blue eyes, I’m unsure what to say.

All right, that’s a lie. It’s all there on the tip of my tongue. I just need to grow a pair of balls and force out the words.

I stare past her into the living room and see Maverick is sprawled out on the couch with a controller in his hand as he stares at the big screen TV mounted on the far wall.

I clear my throat and drop my voice. The last thing I need is any of these nosy bastards eavesdropping on our convo. “Do you, um, have a moment?”

Surprise flashes across her face as she steps back inside the kitchen. “Sure. What’s up?”

Well, hell.

I have no idea how to bring this up without sounding like a total puss.

When I remain silent, she hikes a brow.

Fuck.

Why does this feel so hard?

I drag my hand through my hair. “So, I kind of like someone.”

She blinks, as if that was the last thing she was expecting me to say. “You do?”

“Yeah.”

A smile curves her lips. “What’s the problem with that?”

I huff out a breath before sidling closer. “I don’t know. The situation is complicated.”

“Is it more complicated than sneaking around behind your twin’s back because you’ve been seeing the one guy he can’t stand?”

I snort out a laugh as some of the tension filling my shoulders drains away. “Probably not. It’s more like she’s been through a lot in the past year or so, and I’m afraid of inflicting further damage.”

Her expression softens. “If you’re thinking along those lines, then you’re probably already being careful with her. Anyone would appreciate that.”

I let her words settle inside me.

“Yeah, I guess.” With a nod, I break eye contact. “I’m just not sure if it’s better to walk away now before anything gets too serious between us.”

“How does she feel about the situation?”

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe you should talk to her about it first before you make any decisions.” There’s a moment of silence before she adds, “After I went into remission, one of the hardest parts was how my friends and family acted like I was made of spun glass. I hated it so much. All I wanted was to be treated like everyone else, not like I was weak or constantly on the verge of relapse. I don’t know anything about this girl, but I can almost guarantee she doesn’t want you to view her through the lens of her past, like she’s breakable.”

I release a pent-up breath from my lungs. “It’s different with her.”




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