Brightly Burning Bridges: A Bully Romance (Kings of Capital) by Ivy Wild

Author:Ivy Wild [Wild, Ivy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-01T16:00:00+00:00

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“Take a drive with me?” she asked the next morning as we sat eating breakfast to a Pastry Week episode.

I’d woken up with her in my arms that morning and for the first time all week, I wasn’t shivering. I felt marginally more lifelike. Not better. I knew I would never feel better. But I at least felt functional enough to shower and put on a different pair of sweatpants.

“Where?” I asked with a full mouth.

She was curled up against me on the couch this morning too. She’d tried putting separation between us when she brought over the oatmeal, but I’d pulled her tight against me and she hadn’t resisted. I needed her heat and she seemed to understand that.

“I want to show you something,” she replied, giving nothing away.

“I’m not sure I’m up for driving,” I admitted.

She twisted her lips. “I could drive if you’d let me.” I never let anyone drive my car and she knew that.

But I wasn’t operating at full capacity today. My Care-O-Meter was running pretty close to zero percent. I shrugged and nodded my head and her eyes widened in surprise. She put her bowl down to give me a squeeze and the slightest of smiles pinched my lips. It hurt.

She refused to give any further details about where we were going and I didn’t have the energy to conduct an interrogation. So, we finished our oatmeal to Paul Hollywood criticizing someone’s “layers,” whatever the fuck that meant, and made our way to the garage.

“Do you even have your license?” I asked as I climbed into the passenger seat. The red leather interior hugged my form and it felt entirely odd sitting on this side of the car.

She scoffed. “Of course I do.”

“I’ve never seen you drive,” I pointed out as she proceeded to mess with every single setting possible on the driver seat. The side mirrors, the rear view mirror, the seat height, placement, you name it, she adjusted it.

“That’s because I don’t have a car,” she pointed out.

“Your mom doesn’t have a car?” I asked, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

She paused at the question before finally responding with a short, “No.”

Fuck, I’d accidentally touched a nerve. I kept forgetting that just because Skyler lived in this neighborhood and went to the same school as me didn’t mean she had the same luxuries as me.

I’d still trade my life for hers in a heartbeat.

She still had a mother.

One who loved her.

I had a hole in my chest.

She backed the car out of the garage slowly and I didn’t open my eyes for the ten minute drive. She could have driven us both off a cliff and I wouldn’t have noticed—or cared. Well, maybe that’s not entirely true. I would have been marginally bothered if she didn’t at least put “Free Fallin’” by Tom Petty on.

“We’re here,” she said, pulling me out of my deranged thoughts about what it would feel like to fall off a cliff.

I blinked my eyes open and realized she’d driven us to the school parking lot again.

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