The Separation Trilogy Box Set: Books 1 -3 by Felisha Antonette

Author:Felisha Antonette [Antonette, Felisha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Feliant Publishing
Published: 2021-02-23T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

I dream of Marc kissing his lips. My lips press against smooth skin instead of soft lips. I open my eyes to Luke’s arm. “Eww!” How…disgusting!

I move my head out of his arm and scoot out of his bed. With my thoughts and this seductive feeling of Marc on me, I cannot lie here next to my brother. It’s too weird.

I quietly pull Luke’s door open, catching Collins sneaking out of Marc’s room. What is she doing coming out of there at this time of night? What is she doing coming out of there, period?

She descends the stairs, perkily bouncing on her toes. My throat’s closing around a breath. It sends a burning feeling coursing up to my cheeks and down to my stomach. I clench my teeth, waiting on the feeling to pass. When it does, I gently pull open Luke’s door and try my hardest not to stomp across the hall, but my steps sound.

I try my damnedest not to swing open Marc’s door, but it whines open and knocks off the wall. I try—very hard—not to slam it behind me, but it closes loudly.

Marc’s on his feet, standing near the bed, shirtless. “Ky,” he says.

I whip around, hiding my watery eyes. I swallow hard, hoping to remove the rock that landed in my throat, but it doesn’t budge. This is a bad place to be and a worse way to feel. I bite down on my lip, but it’s not enough to suppress these stupid feelings. It’s not nearly enough to stop me from crying.

He pulls my arm, turning me around. I yank away from him. “It just looks bad,” he says, grabbing me again.

“Why was she in your room?” I snarl through my teeth, trying to control my weakness and keep it from displaying through the falling of my tears or the shaking of my voice.

“She came and left, I did nothing with her, Ky.” He wipes my face. “I’d never want to. I wouldn’t.”

I shove him away from me. “Then why don’t you have any clothes on, Marc?”

“It’s late, Kylie. What do you expect for me to sleep in? A sweatshirt and jeans? I only wear a shirt when you’re in here, so you’re not uncomfortable.”

I turn back to face the door, allowing the burning tears to fall in private. Releasing it makes it hurt less. I even out my breaths so I don’t huff or puff. I want to slam my fist against the door, but it will be too loud. Keeping my words even, I state, “She left too happy to have been rejected. And any time I come by, you’re always dressed.”

“Well she was, Ky. It’s late. After a certain hour, if you don’t come, this is how I sleep.”

I wipe my face even though I don’t have any intentions on turning back to him. “It’s fine, Marc. I’m wrong to overreact.” Walk away, Kylie.

Someone knocks on his door softly. I scrape the tears from my face before whipping it open. “What?” I snap in a whisper.

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