by Penelope Sky
He was staring at the painting on the wall. He looked at it for nearly thirty seconds before he turned back to me. Fierce, his blue eyes were penetrating. He seemed annoyed by the mounted picture rather than touched. He grabbed the painting from my hands and held it with a single hand despite the weight.
We stared at each other, the heat rising.
His eyes narrowed with more anger before he turned away and carried the painting out of my bedroom.
I followed him into the living room, watching his powerful back ripple and shift underneath his hoodie.
He walked out the door and slammed it behind him.
I couldn’t believe he’d walked out without saying more than a few words to me.
I followed him outside and watched him walk down the steps. “That’s all you’re going to say to me?”
He stopped at the bottom and turned around to look up at me. “We had an entire conversation in there. I could hear it, and so could you.” Cold like ice crystals, his blue eyes bored into mine. “You stood in that room with me and fought against what we both felt. You still want me to disappear, then fine. But you have to let me go. You can’t chase me out here like I owe you something. I made a sacrifice for you, but you aren’t willing to make the same sacrifice for me. So be it.” He turned around again.
“You’re asking me to sacrifice my family.”
He turned back around. “And I already sacrificed mine.” His shoulders tensed as he stared me down. “I dropped my vendetta for this. For us. For you. I committed to this with everything I had, but you turned your back.” He stepped backward, still looking at me with his fierce gaze. “Now I’m turning my back on you.” He turned around and walked away, his powerful physique disappearing into the darkness.
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Penelope
Also by Penelope Sky
Bones is a man I despise.
He gives Bad Blood a whole new definition.
But he's not exactly what I thought he was.
Maybe men can change.
But it doesn't matter how I feel about him.
My father would never approve.
He'd never let me love a man like him.
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