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I caught the sweet ray of sunshine in my dark, twisted web and snuffed out her light. She trusted me and I took full advantage. Too afraid she’d judge me for my mistakes, I let her think the best of me. Only showed her the part of myself I wanted her to see, the best parts.
Each pulse pushes more hot shame through my body, circulating the negative energy like poison.
“Sloane!” I hop of out of the Rover and call to her as she unlocks her car door. Startled, she jumps about a foot in the air, her head whipping in my direction.
“Fuck off, Cam.” She smooths her dress, her voice angry, the sparkle in her eyes gone. She doesn’t move toward me. Instead, she slides into the driver’s seat and slams the door shut behind her.
In three quick strides, I’m leaning against the car, rapping on her window with my chafed knuckles.
“Please. Can we talk? I can explain.”
She doesn’t look at me, staring straight ahead as cars whizz by on the main road. Her chest rises and falls, knuckles turning white as she grips the steering wheel.
“Please,” I beg, gut churning.
The click of the doors unlocking shakes the car and I lift up a silent prayer of gratitude.
I may still have a chance.
Without hesitation, I jog around and ease myself down into the passenger seat. Heat radiates from the leather and I’m instantly sweating. I reach across the console for her hand, but she bats me away.
“Don’t.”
She wouldn’t take my calls—of course she doesn’t want to touch me.
“Sloane. I’m sorry.” The words come out strained and desperate. Because I am desperate.
Desperate for her to listen, to hear me out, to forgive me.
“You’re sorry?” Her voice tips up and she shakes her head. “Kind of late for that, Cam.” Each syllable is clipped and laced with derision.
“What happened yesterday? Please talk to me.”
“I saw the video. Rather—Jamie showed me the video. At Mustang’s, while I was grabbing a drink with Gracelyn. How could you do that to me, Cam?” Tears fill her eyes, and she won’t look at me.
“Sloane—”
“Don’tSloaneme. I trusted you, Cam. Trusted that what we had was real. That I was enough.” Her voice breaks and the tears spill over, splashing onto her cheeks.
“You are enough. More than enough.” I want to reach over, wipe the evidence of her pain off her beautiful face. But I don’t dare.
I’ve already done too much.
“I clearly am not. Not judging by the video, anyway.” She spits the words out, her lip quivering.
“That’s not true. You’re my everything. Those women meant nothing.”
“Stop, Cam. This isn’t helping your case.” She whirls at me, anger glinting in her hazel eyes. “I’m done with this. Get out. Please.”
Sloane hates me.
“Get the fuck out and leave me alone. I can’t do this again.” Hitting the unlock button on the car door, the sound ricochets through the quiet vehicle.
“I’m sorry, Sloane. I should have told you the truth about the video.” My chest squeezes in a vice grip and the awful day I got cut from the team in Chicago floods my memory, all the terrible feelings roaring back.
Embarrassment, shame, humiliation.
I’m not worthy of this woman and her love. A love so deep and so pure I thought it could wrap around my damaged life and repair all the cracks, like some kind of magical superglue.
