Din shoved the door to his room. It slammed shut behind him with a sharp crack. He crossed the dark space in three heavy steps, stopping at the window. Breathe uneven, like he had jumped off a cliff.
Eyes moistened, forehead hit the cool metal bar hard. Chest still heaved fast, ragged, like he’d been running for hours.
He lifted one hand. Ran a finger slowly across his lips. Still warm. Still tasted Marie, soft, sweet, desperate. The kiss burned in his mouth. Her whimper echoed in his ears. Her body arching into him.
Her n****e hard under his palm. He wanted her. Wanted her so much it clawed at his insides.
But how did he say it? How did he look into those scared eyes and tell her the truth?
“I love you.”
The words stuck in his throat. Thick. Heavy. Choking him.
He grabbed the wind
