Last Shot

Last Shot- Chapter Twelve

“That kind of love should’ve been able to beat sickness. That kind of love should’ve conquered anything.” -Jennifer Armentrout, Lux Series: Onyx







Chapter Twelve







I forced my eyes close as I turn and turn on my bed, willing my body and consciousness to drift off to sleep. Even my Ian Somerhalder dummy couldn't make me feel better, I'm pretty sure he's mad at me for molesting him. My gaze drifted pass the vase sitting on top of my desk, now cradling the beautiful flowers given to me by such an amazing guy, I looked away with an ache and I peered at the clock on my bedside table.




3:32am.




Oh crap.




I looked out the window as I lie on my bed, trying to calm my nerves and trying to slip away the thoughts suffocating my mind. The stars seemed to agree with each other on visiting the dark sky tonight, I tried counting them as my thoughts took me back a few hours ago at the sidewalk while the sun was setting.




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"I just... I really like you Klent." I smiled, his eyes shining as he cupped my cheeks with both of his hands after shoving his phone back to his jean pocket.




"And I really love you, Meg."




I pushed back from his touch like I've been stung, although the absence of his warmth immediately leeched its way through my skin. "Klent..." I whispered in a distressed tone.




He shook his head and ran his hand on his hair. "I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say that, it's just..." He sighed and rubbed his face with both of his hands and my heart thumped with every nanosecond.




He said he loves me...




Klent Cosgrove loves me…




Why am I not insanely happy?




Klent sighed and reached out to me, touching the side of my shoulders and rubs it softly; the opposite to the rough rubbing he did to his beautiful face just a split second ago. "I'm sorry I know I said we'd take things slow and I meant it okay?"




I gave him a tight smile, "Okay."




"Are we good?" His eyes etched with worry and my heart ached at the sight of it. I plastered my best fake grin and kissed him.




"Yeah... No worries."




We headed home and the conversation passed down smoothly but the knots in my stomach and the contraction of my chest didn't stop until the walls of our bedroom finally separated us.




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And now here I am, cursing myself mentally not because Klent told me he loves me. But cursing myself for every cell in my body, every atom that makes me up that wants me to say it back right there and then. I couldn't though... no matter how much the words want to roll off my tongue.