PRESENT
Parrish’s Pov
*“Three words, eight letters. Say it and I’m yours”
*“I – I don’t want to hurt you”
Those words hurt to say but it was necessary. I couldn’t love her the way she wanted me to not with that dirty secret hanging over my head, looming over me everywhere I went, any time I saw her or perceived her scent around me. It was difficult to look her in the eye, knowing the amount of pain I had caused, even more that she was yet to realize.
“That’s fair” she said back with a neutral tone and an air of indifference hovering around her.
“Jess – ” I called even though there was a guilty hint to my tone, but I wanted her to understand me, I needed her to understand.
“I don’t want to be hurt either Parrish – so I understand” she didn’t understand, not even in the slightest bit.
