There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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I wiped another stray tear before it had a chance to mark my face.
The rough silence of the car's tires against the pavement drowned out my thoughts. But it wasn't loud enough to distract me from Eros's stare that was burning holes into my head.
I couldn't forget what Quinton had said to me earlier. And I definitely didn't forget the feeling of blood on my hands.
My closeness to Eros's body only fueled my anxieties about what was to come.
I'm almost embarrassed.
I have no respect for myself, it seems.
When we pulled up to the private landing at the airport, I could see Reign standing next to a man in uniform.
My phone vibrated, and I glanced down to see a text from Emilio.
Emilio: Are you staying at Jenny's tonight again?
My foot was reaching a line, and I couldn't decide whether I should cross it or not. This is what I've been talking about, though—staying truthful so I don't get myself into another mishap.
If I didn't avoid the truth now to save his feelings, then I wouldn't have to hurt them later. But if I continued to leave out details, then when Emilio does find out...it would be even worse than before.
I've learned from my mistakes, and it's time I make my own decisions.
Me: I'm going to be with Eros until something changes. If it does, I'll let you know.
I stuck my phone back into my pocket, taking a deep breath to regain my composure.
"I'll be there in a second," Eros tells Quinton as he gets out of the car. Quinton nodded, shutting the driver's seat door before leaving us to our own company.
Once Quinton had reached Reign, Eros turned to me, making me forget about the world around us.
"Please don't cry," he muttered, strands of his soft hair falling over his forehead as he leaned into me.
His lips grazed the side of my face, and I smiled through the uncertainty.
"I'm not trying to," I assured him, "I was so scared, Augustine."
Eros's tattooed hand pushed my hair over my shoulder, his touch sending sparks through my body. "I'm okay."
I took his hand with mine, pulling it away from my face and into my grasp. I rubbed my thumb over his scarred knuckles, trying my hardest to not make this about myself. I'm just so devastated.
"No one trusts me here," I told him, "I don't know what else I can do. And you just got hurt...I shouldn't even talk about this right now."
His expression changes, and his eyes narrow with misunderstanding. "I trust you."
