Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 463

Since we broke up, I hadn't been this close to him. I hadn't even really looked at him.

And now, here he was, right in front of me, badly hurt.

The crash came flooding back, and it hit me-he'd shielded me, using his body to protect mine. That's why he was in such rough shape.

"Jace, talk to me," I begged, my voice shaky. If I stopped, he'd just drift away.

"What... do you want me to say?" he mumbled.

"Anything. Tell me what you've been thinking since we broke up. Talk about Tanya, even. Or where you've been these last few weeks," I blurted, desperate to keep him awake.

He went quiet, and I panicked, thinking he'd passed out. But then, his voice, barely a whisper: "Rea, I really do love you."

I froze, staring at his pale, blood-smeared face. I couldn't say anything.

"You were the only girl I ever really liked. Since I met you, no one else... even felt like a woman to me."

came slowly, each one hitting harder than the last. "There were women-business trips, some even tried climbing into my bed. I never told you, didn't want you to worry... I knew how sensitive

clean, even in my head. Escorts at events? I couldn't

then continued. "As for Tanya... I don't know how I ended up in her mess. Maybe her act was too convincing. Maybe

look at me, but

sure of himself. Now, he was broken,

never seen.

we just weren't meant to be. If our love wasn't strong enough, even fate couldn't save us," I said,

a moment before closing his eyes again. "Yeah,

up now?" I muttered, feeling his blood soaking through my clothes, sticking

branches and scattered rocks. No sign of

call him, which meant Hayden was our only shot at being rescued. But now the phone was gone, and I had no way to

don't think you really love Hayden. I know he's a good guy, but... you're only with him because of how he

As soon as I realized what I'd just agreed to, a sharp unease settled in

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heard it-the distinct hum of

thought those people trying to kill us were back, scouting the area. Panic surged, and I instinctively pressed