(The Right Kind of Wrong, Book 3)
SPOILERS FOR THE RIGHT KIND OF WRONG
After years in jail and endless guilt, Hannah Carson has a new shot at life. What will she do when she realizes that nothing is how it was? She has to start over; from having eve...
The devil's right there, right there in the details
And you don't wanna hurt yourself, hurt yourself
By looking too closely...
-Looking Too Closely by Fink
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Derek
The days were dragging on and everything seemed to be piling up. There was shit going on everywhere; the restaurant, Hannah, Evie, Deborah...even Dylan who'd never bothered for us to have a brotherly relationship. All off a sudden he wanted one. It didn't bother me, I just wished it wasn't happening at a time were everything was so...messy.
I finished getting dressed for the day, having the fucking feeling something was going to go wrong. I didn't know what it was - though I had the feeling - and I wasn't sure I was prepared for it.
Lies.
I knew I wasn't ready for it.
Regardless, I wanted to think it wasn't all that bad. I walked out of the restroom, stopping midway when I saw Hannah's sleeping figure still covered by the sheets. My heart thudded in my chest when I saw her at peace. Beautiful. Hannah hugged the pillow beneath her, and I wanted nothing more than to lie there with her. Hold her in my arms out of fear of her disappearing. I couldn't though, I had shit to do...shit to fucking sort out.
If everything worked out I'd be able to fucking think clearly again.
I wanted to give her a kiss, but instead I turned around and walked toward the door. If she woke up and looked at me with those eyes I wouldn't be able to. If she woke up and spoke...
"You're leaving?" Her sleepy voice suddenly surrounded and once again, I found my feet glued to the damn floor.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but even then I could picture her sitting up, her sleepy eyes staring back at me with confusion. Just in her voice I could hear slight disappointment from seeing me about to leave and not saying goodbye.
"Have you eaten breakfast?" she asked. I heard her soft footsteps on the carpet and I forced myself to turn around, only to find her already walking to the restroom. "Wait for me!" she exclaimed from there. "I'll make your coffee."
I sighed, running a hand over my face. I'd hoped she wouldn't wake up because it would have been easier then. She wouldn't have realized how stressed I was.
"I don't have to go to the gallery today," she said, wrapping her silky, black robe around her body.
Hannah walked up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and giving me a quick kiss.
I swallowed, wanting to leave yet being unable to with her closeness. Instead, I brought my hand to her face, touching the soft skin of cheekbones, and watching how a smile spread across her face. "I thought you were going in every day this week," I said.
