Chapter 258
Chapter 258
Zald's POV
I stare at myself in the mirror, frowning as I tighten the tie around my neck for the
1 groan, frustrated, loosen it up and try all over again.
third time. It still doesn't look right.
Maybe it's not the tie. Maybe it's me. I huff out a breath, dragging my hands through my hair and messing it up again.
Noah had invited me to some fancy art function. Normally, I would told him to shove the invite up his ass. Not in those exact words, because I like the guys.
But who the fuck wants to stand around, looking at paintings from people you've never met before?
My heart clenches inside my chest. If Alina was here, she would want to go. She would stand and look at each painting as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world.
She would. It's the only reason I'm going. For her.
And she loves Noah, she likes him lot. So here I am. Strangling myself with a stupid tie and telling myself not to fuck it up, because in a month, I get her back.
If she finds out I bailed on Noah, she wouldn't like that. And fuck knows I'll do anything to stay in her good graces.
I glance over at the framed photo on my dresser. Alina. Laughing. It was one of the few pictures of her she let me keep on my phone. A few days of her gone, and I realized that looking at it on my phone wasn't enough. I wanted to be able to see it all the
time.
Queue the ten frames I have scattered around the house.
I smile, a deep ache curling through my chest. Fuck, I miss her. Some nights it feels like I'm going through withdrawal. I'm a man addicted to a woman he can't touch, can't hold, can't breathe without.
It's pathetic. I know that. Kyle, my therapist, says it's normal, attachment, loss, grief. All normal. Doesn't make it easier.
One month. I get her back in one month. They will be the longest thirty days of my life.
I finish getting dressed, grabbing my wallet and the invitation off the counter before heading out. The drive to the gallery is fast, headlights and asphalt melting together in front of me. I hand my keys to the valet, adjusting my jacket as I step inside.
The moment I walk in, my body locks up. My blood turns to ice. I blink. Hard.
No way
No fucking way.
painting.
painful, brutal detail. I move closer without
There's another painting.
Me again.
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heel, panic crashing
paintings. They're all me.
slams against my ribs so hard I swear
my eye. It's different, because it's not
Alina. Facing each other.
fucking real. The colors swirl together like theye alive. I step closer, my pulse a roar in my
scrawled at the bottom of the
Alina Hanson.
can't breathe. I can't think.
Standing still, in
into me with just a look. Every scar, every insecurity, ripped open with the softness of her gaze. Fuck, she's breathtaking. Her black dress clings to every curve, and when her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip,
going to kill me. And I'd die with a fucking grin on
move toward her, pressing my hands deep into my pockets because if I don't, I'll
in front of everyone.
I'm inches from her, so close I can feel the heat of her skin. Her scent wraps
breathes out a soft,
night. But dreams have, nothing on the real thing. I'm
"Hi."
as she looks down, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I know
than I want it to. "When did you
strap of her purse. "A few days ago.
wobbles, and
I was working on and learning in Florence. 'I wanted to
the small distance
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not soft. It's not gentle.
Every broken piece. Every fucked-up fear that made me feel like maybe I
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