Page 191 of Sweet Collide


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Silence.

Not a peep.

Throwing off the covers, I stand from the bed. Quickly, I head to the closet, and throw on a clean pair of gray sweats and head to look for her.

Every room in the apartment is empty.

I begin to panic. Where is she?

My mind is reeling, replaying last night. Remembering the kiss that felt like a goodbye.

How the fuck did I fall asleep? Why didn’t I ensure she was all right?

I slam my fists against the counter, needing to rage. To scream. Anything to get these bottled-up emotions loose. But I don’t.

I head into the room she used to stay in.

The door is open, and the room is eerily quiet. The second thing I notice is there is not one thread of Cassidy in the room. Nothing. Even from where I’m standing, the closet door is open, and I don’t find anything but the clothes I bought her. None of the things she brought with her are in view.

I march to the closet, and my vision swims when I find that her suitcase is gone.

Cassidy is gone.

I’m about to tear this place apart. Call the police. Anything to find her when I see a piece of paper folded on the desk.

Heading across the space, I grab the paper and open it up.

It’s her handwriting, and that’s when I see it’s a letter for me.

My throat feels like I swallowed shards of glass as I read the words in front of me. She’s left me. My fists clench, but I keep reading, and what I see next has the note slipping from my grasp.

49

AIDEN

The puck drops, and I push forward, my skates cutting into the ice, but it’s not enough.

I’m too slow today.

My head is not in the game. Again.

We lost game five.

And now it’s not looking good for game six.

The center for the Empires darts forward; his stick hits the puck, and then he’s off, and I’m left with my dick in my hand.

His lightning-fast reflexes are a sharp contrast to my muddled-down response time.

I try to push away the thoughts wreaking havoc in my brain, but as much as I try, they push their way forward, blinding me to the world around me.

I’m lost in her words.

They replay in my brain over and over.

I can only see them.

Only hear them.

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