Diego
A whole part of me wants to never see Bruce again.Never speak to him.Erase him.But the moment his name popped up on my phone screen… the anger cracked.
I felt myself softening, despite everything.I wanted to throw my phone and then chase him down the hallway.I wanted to run to those stupid, broad, muscular arms and bury my face in his neck—Where his scent lives.That scent that calls to me like safety, like home.
But the bastard rejected me.On my birthday.
And now?
Now I'm spiraling with this ugly thought—Of using Max to make him jealous.Which, let's be honest, I did.
Max found me after Bruce shoved me out of his life. I was sobbing in the hallway, wrecked.And Max, with his warm eyes and calm voice, gave me his shoulder to cry on.
He's kind.Too kind.
But he's not Bruce.He never will be.
