She closes her eyes rather than looking at me. “We don’t get to fuck anymore.”
I kiss her again, desperate to get the one more time that we are both owed. She still won’t kiss me back. She’s already closing herself off to me, and she hasn’t even left yet.
“Kiss me, Skye. Let me fuck you. Let me make you forget. One more time.”
“No,” she says as her eyes open, and she gently pushes me off her body. She swings her legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up. “I need to leave in ten minutes for the airport.”
She starts walking to the door, and I follow her. She opens it, standing behind the door, and I know what she is going to ask me to do.
“Good-bye, Brody.”
She doesn’t kiss me or hug me. She barely even looks at me. I don’t have a chance right now to change her mind. I’m not asking for forever, just one more time. But, apparently, that isn’t going to happen. We are done.
I pull on some clothes and step out of her suite like she wants because, short of actually kidnapping her or tying her up for real, I don’t have any choices left. I hear the door shut behind me, and I feel a stabbing in my body that I wasn’t expecting whenever we said good-bye. But maybe it is because this isn’t how we were supposed to say good-bye.
I turn and see Bayron standing in the hallway, looking at me with sadness in his eyes as well. I can’t stand any more gloom today. And I definitely can’t deal with him lecturing me right now about how I broke Skye’s heart. If her heart is broken, she did it to herself.
“Would you pass a message along to Skye?” I ask Bayron.
He smiles tightly. “Yes.”
7
Skye
I lean my back against the door to remain standing instead of falling to the floor in a puddle like I really want to do. I did the right thing. It was time to say good-bye. My normal life is calling, and Brody does not fit into my normal life. But it still hurts.
Not because I love him. I don’t.
Not because I care for him. I do, but I care for a lot of people. It’s not what’s making me hurt.
Not because I ever imagined any sort of future with Brody. I didn’t.
It hurts because this wasn’t how we were supposed to end. We were supposed to go out with a bang. Literally. Not with an unexpected good-bye, as I’m being pulled back into a life I don’t know how to escape from.
A knock on the door gets my heart racing with far too much hope. I know Brody is standing on the other side of the door, and he’s going to try to convince me one last time to fuck him. And I don’t have the strength to say no again. Despite not having the time, I don’t care. I need to forget. One more time.
I turn around and throw the door open with a smile on my face.
“Bayron,” I say, my lips and heart instantly falling.
“He’s gone, Miss Skye,” Bayron says, reading my thoughts.
“Oh.”
“Are you ready for my staff to get you packed up?”
I nod.
He motions to the staff behind him to enter. I step aside to let them pass. I know they will have me packed up in a matter of minutes, and then I’ll have nothing left to do but leave.
“He wanted me to give you a message,” he says.
I bite my lip, trying to calm down. It’s probably just a good-bye. He never gave me a good-bye.
“Do you want to hear it?”
I nod.