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21
Carson
Ihave no idea what’s happening tonight. Honestly, I have no idea what’s been happening since I woke up to find her in my bedroom asking me to help her break that godforsaken will.
Everything that’s happened since that day has been like a river full of rapids, never stopping, just bouncing me from one eddy to the next while I frantically try to keep my head above water.
Carrigan Archibald is the enemy.
Was the enemy.
Now, I have no fucking clue what she is.
No that’s a lie, I know what I want her to be. I want her to be mine, my Priss, mine. But what the hell would I do with her if she was? Can I even tell my friends, my family that I fell for the devil? Only she’s not the devil, she’s just a lonely, mixed up sad girl. When I met Tally, I thought she was the saddest person I’d ever met, but behind the fragile exterior is a backbone of steel. Her twin is the opposite, her exterior is hard, but her inside is soft and delicate. Two sides of the same coin and somehow, I’ve lost myself to them both. Tally as a sister, Priss as my girl.
My girl.
I want Carrigan Archibald to be my girl. Only instead of carrying her to my bed, I’m walking her to her hotel room and I’m going to have to leave her here, even though I hate it, even though I want her to sleep naked and curled against me.
I can’t make her choose to live, to change, to take responsibility for her past and then move forward from it. If I could take that burden for her I would, but I can’t, so instead I’m going to walk away and hope she finds her way back to me, even though it’s going to kill me to do it.
She hasn’t said a word since I pinned her to the fucking wall of my boat like a god damn caveman. She just silently gathered her cell and the robe she was wearing when I hauled her from her bedroom and then followed me to the car. She’s wearing one of the outfits Fitzy bought over, a soft pink blouse and tight white jeans, that make her look tiny and curvy all at the same time.
Wedged sandals raise her up so she can almost look me in the eye without tipping her head back. Her hair is still in a braid and her face still bare of makeup. She looks fucking gorgeous, but as much as I want to, I won’t touch her.
Taking her key card from her hand I open the door and hover in the corridor while she walks past me and into the small room. “Night Priss,” I say quietly, tensing my muscles to stop myself from reaching for her.
“Goodnight Carson,” she whispers, her hand curling around the door handle.
“I’ll leave you alone, okay? Think about what I said and then come find me,” I tell her, forcing myself to turn and walk away, even though it’s literally the last thing I want, knowing that she might never talk to me again.
I can’t do to her what her parents did, I can’t take advantage of her naturally compliant nature. If she comes to me, if she goes to Tally, it has to be her decision, her choice.
