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21 pages, Audible Audio
First published September 30, 2021
❝I think I missed you, but I didn't know.❞
❝I'm sorry. For what I did.❞ His body shudders. ❝I’m a dumbass.❞ All his words are choked groans.~ not me half-crying over how this was just everything 🥺
❝Hey, now. Don’t talk about my favorite person like that.❞
❝I'm your favorite person?❞ It sounds half sobbed.
❝Yeah you are, angel.❞
I have no more wrath.
I have no more wrath.
I have no more wrath.
I bring our joined hands to my mouth and brush my lips over his knuckles. “It is a fucked up story, Miller. But it looks like we're together at the end.”
And I'm holding him. I'm holding Ezra's Masters. My stepbrother. The most infuriating guy I've ever met. The smirkiest and the cockiest and by far the most confusing. The most gorgeous.... and I think maybe the most broken. I've got him, safe with me. And I don't ever want to let him go.
“Hey,” I whisper, smiling. He leans down, putting his head in my lap, and locks his arms around my waist, squeezing me so tight it almost hurts. “My Miller,” he whispers.
What are you doing?” His voice is a low rasp.
I swallow, but when I try to speak, it’s just a whisper. “Looking at you.”
Hurting him was always at the core of what I hoped to do. Make him beg and watch him writhe. I wanted power. Just until I finally get some peace.
Always. For infinity
"Ezra?" I whisper. His name is foreign fruit—a taste I've never known but want to.
“Josh Miller is so easy. That's the thing I like. In a world of shit, from start to finish, he’s the one easy thing. A constant.
I’m so pissed, it takes almost an hour for me to realize he got exactly what he wanted. I left Ezra alone.
"What are you doing?" My voice sounds rough from just waking up.
Ezra gives me a deadpan look. "What's it look like, Einstein?"
"He wasn't the only genius, you know. At least be creative and try Aristotle or some shit."
When I hear his smoky laugh, I know I've fucked up. "Okay, DG. You would like to be called Aristotle? That's a little weird, but if you really want me to…"
"No, fuckwit. I want you to stop waking me up. Leave me alone."
I want to touch him. I want to brush his hair off his forehead and fold my palm around his cheek, and after that, I want to lie beside him on the slanted roof and pull him up against me.
Why?
Because I just...feel like he needs it.
Why?
There's something about him. Something that seems almost fragile.
“I like your hands,” I tell him. God, my heart is beating so hard.
“You do?”
“Yeah. They’re nice.” I clasp my hand around his wrist.
His hand tries to grasp mine. I can’t help laughing softly. I put my hand over his and thread my fingers through his, squeezing for a second.
“Never jump,” I whisper.
“Never fall.” His lips brush my back.
I want to say I’m sorry for what I did to him. For making everything hurt. But as his lips find mine, I realize I’m not. It’s the only way I could have done it…and it led to this.
"It's a fucked up story, Miller. But it looks like we're together at the end."
"You’re gorgeous,” he pants.
“You are. You’re my prince with freckles.”
“Are you sleeping beauty then?” Mills whispers.
“I was till I found you.
"Whatchu smiling about, Millsy?”
“Nothing.”
“I got something on my face?” he asks.
“Just a whole bunch of everything I’ve ever wanted.”
。˚༻“Peace.
It's not the thing I thought it would be. It's not out of reach or unrealistic. Doesn't involve a different life, or turning into someone else.”༺˚。
。˚༻ “Whatcha thinking about?” he asks softly.
I smile. “Feeling like we’re a couple,” I confess.
“We are. You’re my Miller.” He hugs me tighter. “I can’t let you go.”
“I don’t want you to.”༺˚。
。˚༻“But I try to stay in the moment. I’ve realized I’m pretty shitty at it, but I’m trying more—for Miller. So he won’t have to spend time with a zombie who’s always stuck in a loop in his own mind.”༺˚。
。˚༻“I’m not crying. If I’m lucky, I just sleep. When I wake up, I try to think about good things. But I don’t feel good. I start to cry before I know I will. But it turns into I can’t breathe.”༺˚。
。˚༻“Life’s just boring. I’m so tired, sleep is honestly the best thing. I don’t feel like killing myself, so I guess that’s something.”༺˚。
。˚༻“I bring our joined hands to my mouth so I can kiss the back of his. I can almost see his pupils dilate as he looks at me. Heart eyed, like the damn emoji. He blinks slowly, and it’s like he goes into a daze.”༺˚。
。˚༻“And I’m holding him. I’m holding Ezra Masters. My stepbrother. The most infuriating guy I’ve ever met. The smirkiest and the cockiest and by far the most confusing. The most gorgeous…and I think maybe the most broken.”༺˚。
。˚༻“Mills?” he says again, softly.
“Yeah, angel?”
He hugs me hard, whispers, “I love you.”༺˚。