#Chapter 325 – Finally. Finally.

I cry out as I’m pulled backwards – surprised more than hurt and suddenly I’m pressed against

him in the pouring rain. Roger holds me tight, one hand around my upper arm, the other wrapped

firmly around me, pressing my body to his

And the feel of him, of his skin hot against my own – my towel is gone, I have no idea where — I

cry harder at the feel of him and rest my forehead against his chest, because I know I can’t have it

– I can’t-

“Cora!” Roger shouts, above the wind and the rain. “What – Cora! What the hell are you doing?!”

“I can’t!” I sob. “I can’t do this, Roger! I can’t be with you like this, not if you’ll….you’ll never love

me! I can’t have you in half measures!” I look up at him then, into his face, realizing the truth of it

in that moment. “I can’t do this if you can’t take me for who I am! Human! Broken! Complicated,

difficult! Confused, and jealous, and mad pretty much all the time! If you can’t take me like that,” I

shout, begging now, “then let me go, Roger! Because I can’t –”

I glance back in the direction of the hotel, my sobbing breaths tearing at my lungs, “I can’t have

half of you. I can’t have – just…. lust. It will kill me! It will break my heart, and I’ll never survive it!”

With the last words I pound my free hand against his chest, my palm slapping wet against his

skin.

Roger stares down at me as I confess everything to him- my whole heart – listening to every

words stop pouring from

breath, he tightens his arms around me, giving me an angry

jaw and I can tell that he’s mad – but I have no idea

glaring down at me. “You’re my fucking

arms, the gesture not

all of you – my whole

  1. voice breaking, “I

all I want – all I’ll ever want is this

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his mouth hard on mine, and my body reacts instantly,

My arms are around his neck, pulling

to him as every piece of me – every molecule

to the universe.

us, the rain pouring around

mouth with his

it very well might

sweep us away. But Roger is adamant against it and something fierce within me sings that

to run from

whichever ones comes next.

on his face when Roger pulls away from me. “Come on,”

cold rain. Thunder cracks again as he turns

you inside. Now.” Then he shakes his head

head against his shoulder

him carry me back to the motel. Barely above the sound of the storm, I hear him growling

words with every step, something about insane women who run naked into

met my sister, and

find myself smiling, laughing a little and

neck. Because Roger is about to find out precisely how crazy I can

motel room is hanging open, blowing in the wind, but Roger ignores the

it as he strides through

bothering to lock it as he moves steadily towards the bed. When

angry and not

I laugh again – laugh, a little recklessly, as

Laugh, because he’s so fucking

both so mad at ourselves and I want to tear him to pieces, and I know

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