Caz
I don’t chase her this time.
I stay there, like an i***t, chest heaving, heart aching, hands still open from where they’d once held her.
She kissed me.
She wanted me.
And then she ran.
Again.
I grit my teeth and slam my fist against the ground — once, twice — but it doesn’t help. The anger is just a shell. The pain runs deeper, somewhere even Angelus can’t reach.
She chose him.
I smell her on me — heat and arousal and longing — and it haunts me, clings to my skin like smoke I can’t wash off.
“You have no idea how hard I’ve tried not to want you,” she’d whispered once.
“Then stop trying,” I’d wanted to say. But she never gave me the chance.
Angelus stirs inside me, restless and silent.
He’s never been this quiet.
“I don’t get it,” I murmur aloud to no one. “Why would Selen
