Sequel to 'Choices'.
When he said, "It's no where near enough-" he really did mean it after all.
Hardin Scott has held a stunning record at breaking hearts, especially when he is served Theresa Young's.
Bleeding in love, Tessa has concluded that pe...
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My pulse races astronomically and I can't make sense of myself. The only thing I do, is let Hardin lead the choreography and look at him wide eyed.
"What?" I mutter stupidly, because I can't get anything else out of my mouth, I'm so dumb. I mean, dumbfounded.
Hardin rolls our hands above us and when he brings me back in, we're closer than ever, so much so that my entire arm is draped along his neck and his against the span of my waist.
I don't understand if my laboured breathing is because of his tantalising closeness or the air for which he hasn't left space for any.
"I want this side, I want you. And I don't need you to want it back because I know what I've done is- is unforgivable.
To be honest, I thought that by hurting you, I would at least not be alone in my pain- I know, what a fucked up guy, right?" He chuckles with a smile on his face that doesn't reach his eyes.
I know I had taken a stand. Made a decision.
But right here, when Hardin finally, after an eternity expresses what I had wanted to hear since a time long forgotten, is my undoing.
There's a regret, a guilt and an insane amount of strength in his eyes.
Hardin has hurt me, multiple times if you will. But that doesn't mean that I don't know him. I do know him. And I know all he has ever wanted since he was a five year old boy- is to not be alone.
Not be alone in his life, in his love, in his anger, in his joys and in his pain.
He moves his eyes all over my face in an apologetic, soft adoring gaze. My eyes sting dangerously, an aching lump forming in my trachea and I blink repeatedly to keep my tears at bay.
"So I will not bind you to me anymore. But before that, I want you to know that it's because I love you, and not because I couldn't choose you, I- when it comes to- you- Theresa there's not even a choice to make."
