Donovan

8. Can't Let Go

     I watched as he suddenly took a seat right next to me. My body froze and my heart quickened just knowing that he was here. Damn it, Pierce. Couldn't he have at least warned me when Donovan would have arrived.  I sipped on the bourbon as it burned while sliding down my throat. As I made a face for how strong the taste was, I heard a deep chuckle beside me. Turning to him, I saw that he was looking at me. I feel like my heart was actually breaking. I wanted to reach out and kiss his lips that I had missed all those years ago but I restrained myself. I couldn't just do it.

    "What?" I said as I took another sip. I kept a stricter face this time as I saw him shrug at me.

    "You could never handle your liquor," he said as he grabbed my glass and drank the whole thing. I gaped at him.

   "Seriously? You just had to take mine? What more are you going to take that I haven't already given you," I muttered as I walked myself behind the bar, taking a bottle of whiskey down. I saw him flinch at my words.

    "I deserved that, Emery," he said calmly. Damn him. Why did he always have to say my name like that? Emery. Ugh! Emery-my-ass.

    "I like your brothers a lot more than I like you right now. At least they own up to their mistakes," I snapped at him.

    "Damn it. Would you just listen to me?" He urged. I watched him as he snatched the bottle out of my hands.

   "Alright, take the damn whiskey too. Just take it all!" I grabbed a bottle of moscato only for it to be taken away from him again.

   "Fuck you, Donovan," I hissed at him.

   "You already have," he reminded me in a deep, lustful tone. I shivered. The memories came rushing back at the way he use to touch me. How he had worshipped my body and then the pain threw up in my face and reminded me of how much he has hurt me.

   "Can you just leave me-" I was cut off as his lips suddenly came crashing down onto mine. A gasp had left my mouth before I was against the counter, my legs wrapped around his body as I kissed him back just as fiercely. I heard him let out a grunt as his body pressed tightly against mine and all I knew at the moment was that this felt so damn right.

   "Four fucking years," he whispered against my lips. I nodded as my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer to me so I can get all access to him in any way that I could. This kiss was just as powerful as our first, when he had kissed me all those years ago. But then he wasn't mine anymore. God damn it. He slowly pulled away from me, his hand caressing my cheek as he stared into my eyes. I knew the moment he stared into mine, he had seen the tears welling up behind them.

   "Emery-"

    "Don't!" I said before I pushed him further away and ran down the stairs and back to the crowded dance floor. I was making my way through the crowd as I shoved people out of my way, feeling the vibrations of the music sounding throughout me. He kissed me. I let him fucking kiss me when he'd betrayed me. I felt my cheeks flushing as I found myself in the back alley of the bar. Immediately, the cool hair touched my skin and I felt this small release as I stayed out here. I took in a deep breath, trying to hold it in. If I cry right now, I'll never find a way to stop. I didn't want to feel weak because if I cry, it would mean that I still.. Oh my god. I still love him.

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"Hello." My head snapped to the deep voice across from me as I saw a man standing there. He had a black trench coat and a long cane as he walked closer to me. Behind him, two other men followed with dark clothing.