Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 90

I don’t look away as I say it, even though every fiber of my being wants to. But I can’t be weak right now. He needs to understand that. He needs to respect it. But when I see the flash of frustration and disappointment in his eyes, I wonder if it’s enough.

I can hear his breath hitch, and I know he’s holding onto the last sliver of his control, just as I am. But I can’t let him pull me into his world without knowing what I’m getting myself into. He’s right there–so close–and I feel the pull. I’ve always felt it, even if I didn’t understand it. But I can’t let it consume me. Not yet.

1 stand my ground as he stands there silently, looking at me like I’m the answer to a question he doesn’t know how to o ask. I hope, for both of us, that he respects this. That he understands the weight of my request.

And then he steps forward, without a word, and walks out the front door past me. I can’t help but feel the distance between us grow as he leaves and walks down my walkway, as though the space between us physically is too small to matter compared to the chasm that’s formed inside of me.

I shut the door behind him softly, and I lean back against it, my hand still resting on the knob, the silence in the room deafening in its aftermath.

With a deep inhale, I push away from the door and slowly head up the stairs, the weight of the world pressing in on me with every step I take.

Upstairs, I walk into my room and just stand there for a moment, staring at the bed and at the things that were once comforting but now feel so out of reach. I want to strip away everything from tonight–the dress, the make up, the memories and start fresh. But I can’t. I can’t just forget the way my heart still races when I think of him, when I think of this, and of everything that’s changed in such a short span of time.

I eventually do shed the dress, my underwear, and everything else that ties me to the woman I was before. As each piece falls away, the feeling of suffocation starts to ease, and I’m left with nothing but my thoughts and the hum of the water in the shower as I turn it on.

I need its warmth, its steam. I need something to wash away the feelings that are drowning me from the inside out.

The water hits my skin as 1:step inside the stall, and I let it surround me, but I can’t stop thinking about the bite. About the power in Thane’s eyes. About the hunger in his touch.

It’s all I can think about as the water cascades over me. I close my eyes and let it take me. And the thoughts don’t stop. They keep spinning inside my head, like the water swirling down the drain.

Thane, Griffin, Mike. They’re all gone, hut I can still feel the weight of them in my house, the echoes of their presence lingering like an invisible pressure. My body is trembling, not just from the emotional strain, but from the physical toll of everything that’s happened. My head aches from the scorching water hitting me as I stand here, the weight of my thoughts sloshing around with the feeling of Thane’s fangs sinking into my skin.

I’m still shaking, not from cold, but from the chokehold I’m trying to maintain on my rampant feelings. I thought I’d be able to breathe once they ift, but all i can feel is the tightness in my chest. The world feels like it’s tilting at an angle that I can’t correct, and all I can do is hold on to this thin sliver of control.

But the thing is, I’m not sure how much more I can take.

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