Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 347

I closed my eyes. That guilt gain... A different kind, though.

Yeah," I whispered, "I felt that way too."

Another awkward silence followed.

I could hear Jake breathing shakily on the other end like he was trying to hold something back.

Then came the question I had feared would eventually surface.

"...Are you really going to accept him, Kester... as your mate?"

I felt the breath slip from my lungs.

I looked up at the ceiling, blinking fast, trying to keep my voice steady. "Jake..." I called softly, but he interrupted me before I could speak again.

"Then what happens to us, Kasmine?" He exhaled, and I could almost see him closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, "What happens to... to everything we've shared? What happens to the love I gave you? What happens to me?"

My heart twisted.

His voice cracked and it felt like each word hurt to let out. "I don't know how to breathe without you anymore. You were everything to me."

My eyes stung instantly. A wave of guilt crashed into me before I could brace myself. Tears slid down my cheeks.

"Jake..." I croaked.

still love you. Every second. Every minute. You are my whole world, Kasmine. How

sob caught in my chest like

someone exhales when they're trying

you tonight?" I stiffened, "I just... I just

I wiped at my tears, a slight panic setting in. "You can't just call me like this and ask to meet

even pointless I need this, Kasmine. I need to see you. Just to talk. That's all

mean..." I swear, I didn't know what else to say. I

hand.

off. I swear it. But I can't walk away without looking you in the eyes one last time.

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clenched. I looked over at the clock.

"Jake... It's already late. I can't just leave

you back," he rushed

over his words, "I swear. In my uncle's car. We'll talk and I'll drop you back even before eight Please, Kasmine. Just give me this one

"Jake..."

in, "Please, Kasmine. I'm not

like this." Content

tonight. I'm just asking...

it

tightened around the phone. I could practically feel

stared at the floor,

knew I shouldn't go. If Kester found out I'd gone to meet Jake. there was no telling how he'd react. Kester didn't do "jealousy" gently. He didn't do "restraint." And even though had asked him for space, I