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Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

Opening my eyes, I lower my gaze to meet his, and I’m surprised at how soft his eyes are as he takes me in.

“’Sup.” Bringing my attention straight ahead, I take another deep drag, thankful I have something to do with my hands.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here.” His voice is meek. Very unlike him.

“How could you? It’s bound to happen. I’m sure there’re not many options in this town. It’s no biggie. Really, man.”

“Sorry about Molly.” In my peripheral, I watch as he turns his body to face me. It’s unnerving, and I don’t mimic it. I can’t.

“She know about me?” I ask quietly. “’Bout us?”

“She does.” There’s a sadness in his words. A type of desperation I can’t quite grasp. Regret, maybe.

I don’t know what I was expecting when I asked that, but his answer doesn’t make me feel any better. Taking one more drag, I drop the cigarette to the ground, putting it out with my boot. Then I finally turn to face him.

“I gotta go. Have a great night, Stone.” And with that, I put one foot in front of the other, and walk in the direction of who knows what. I don’t have a clue where I’m going; I just know I can’t stay there.

When I’m about three blocks away, I pull my phone out and call an Uber, before sending a text to Stella to let her know I had to leave.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Cash DeMarco

I spent the rest of the weekend holed up in my house, writing. Friday night replayed in my mind over and over, obsessively. The way Stone looked. The way he smelled. The way his sister clearly knew all about me. The way he spoke to me outside while we were smoking. I hate that after all these years, he still has the ability to affect me.

He gets under my skin more than anyone else. His presence is like a drug—overpowering, intoxicating, and addicting. I’ve never wanted someone so bad, while simultaneously hating them. Truly, though, I don’t hate him. I could never hate him. He hurt me… extremely fucking bad, and I more so hate myself for allowing it to happen.

What we had was short-lived, but intense. I never understood people who could fall that quickly and easily for someone.

Until Stone.