BEING HALSEY

CHAPTER 31

TRAY

I'm wrapping a towel around my waist when someone starts knocking at my door. It's got to be at least past ten, so automatically I expect it to be Reckless.

I pull the towel tighter around my waist, unlock the door and walk away. I expect him to shove it open and barge in but he doesn't.

His ass must be sick or some shit.

"What the hell do you want?" I ask and walk to the kitchen.

I hear the door lightly shut before I hear the voice of the woman that has been haunting me day and night...Hal!

"Sorry. Can i come in?" She says softly, her voice laced with pain.

Shit. The last thing I want to do is hurt her. I hate knowing that pain in her voice came from me.

"You already in. What do you want?"

" can we talk?"

My jaw clenches as I eye her up and down. Since she's stubborn and doesn't wait for my answer, she starts talking.

"That kiss, me and Dave, it didn't mean anything, I swear. It's you i want and it's you that i love and you know that. I miss you so much."

Her eyes meet mine and my heart sinks. She looks so damn tortured that all I want to do is pull her into my arms and hug her.

But i won't do that. I'm still mad at her. What if i wasn't there? Would she have told me that she and Dave kissed? No! She fucking kissed him. And that means she still has feelings for him.

"Hal . . ." I let out a small breath and flex my jaw. I don't want to do this. I don't want to fucking hurt her. "I can't. Every time I fucking close my eyes I see you . . . I see you with myself and then I see you with Dave. Every time I picture you with Dave it makes me want to rip his throat out."

Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine, watering as she allows my words to sink in. I see the smallest hint of a tear about to fall and it rips my heart out.

"Then I should go. I'm sorry for disturbing your privacy. I'll keep my distance when I see you."

She opens the door and gets ready to walk out. I want to grip her arm and pull her back. I can't let her walk out that fucking door without kissing her. I just need to feel her lips one last time.

But i don't do that. I stand still, hands in my hair as I watch her walk out my door and out my life. She slams the door and the anger that bursts through me makes me want to break everything in sight.

The worst part is that I know I only have myself to blame. I'm a stupid fucking dick and now because of that I've hurt the one person that I can't stop thinking about.

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