I should push him away.
Demand answers.
Demand something real.
But instead—I tilt my head.
Give him more access.
Because I want him.
God help me, I want him.
Even if I don’t trust it.
Even if I don’t understand it.
Even if this ends exactly the way I think it will.
Because right now?
Right now it feels like something out of the books I sell.
Messy.
Complicated.
A little dangerous.
The kind of story where the heroine knows she might get her heart broken?—
And does it anyway.
So the real question isn’t whether he wants me.
I know he does.
The question is—do I trust this?
Do I trust him?
Or am I about to prove, once again, that magic isn’t real.
And I’m just a girl who fell for a moment that was never meant to last?
Chapter Twenty-Five
David
“You drive me fucking crazy, linda.”
“Yeah, well,” she says with shaky breath, “join the club.”
She throws it at me like a weapon.
And that’s good.
Because now she gets to see what that means. Not hear it. Not question it. Feel it.