Jealousy & Fear

Aiden's lips tease at mine, his tongue flickering, barely there. Something that would have had my entire body alight just a week ago. 

I huff into his mouth, hoping he takes it as desire, not the physical recoil that it is.

Luckily, he groans.

"I can't do this, Kate," he whispers against my lips. "I can't watch you with that…" he trails off, but his fingers tighten in my hair to the point of pain.

He buries his face in my neck, nipping and kissing my skin until I shake, and have to pray he'll believe it's for reasons that have nothing to do with fear.

I grip his waist and pull him closer. But he doesn't fit. Everything in me wants to pull away. Like his skin is covered in spiders, I shudder. All the pieces of me scream, and something snaps, and I know.

I want nothing to do with everything Aiden stands for. A tiny sob breaks in my throat as grief takes hold because there's no more questions. And that means there's no more hope.