Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

Leighton: You should stay. The hotel is nice. You paid for two more nights.

Ryan: I don’t give a fuck about that.

Leighton: You have to see Penny off.

Ryan: I have to talk to you.

Leighton: This is the last flight to LAX. The first one tomorrow is around six a.m.

Ryan: Are you asking me to chase you or telling me not to?

Leighton: I don’t know.

Ryan: What do you want?

Leighton: You know what I want.

Moonlight streams through the sheer curtains. It’s the only thing illuminating the dark room.

It’s beautiful, peaceful, serene.

It’s mocking me.

She wants me to love her.

The words are easier, but are they right?

Leighton: I have to go. We’re about to take off. I’m sorry I made such a mess of this.

Ryan: You didn’t.

Leighton: I did. But, you know what? I’m not sorry. I’ll never be sorry for falling in love with you. Enjoy paradise, Ryan.

There’s no way I can enjoy shit without her.

I’m sure she’s telling the truth about her flight taking off. But just in case—

I call Dean.

“Who is this?” he answers in his usual shit-stirring tone.

“She just get on a plane?”

“Sounds right. She went through security half an hour ago.”

“You’re still at the airport?”

“Yeah.”

“You couldn’t stop her?”

“I tried.” His voice gets serious. “She’s too hurt right now. Once she nurses her wounds, she’ll see it.”

“See what?”

“That you love her.”

Fuck, Dean being insightful is weird. Disarming.