Page 137 of Wild Thing
He flinched, pain in his eyes.
But I didn’t care. Not anymore.
“I’m sorry," he said, grabbing the handrail to steady himself. "I should have told you the truth. It doesn’t change anything–”
“Are you fucking deranged? It changes everything!” I shouted. “We had sex tonight, Brax! You came down my fucking throat while yourfiancéesat in the next fucking room!”
The word burned my tongue.
None of it felt real. I felt like I was living someone else's life.
“Everything I’ve said to you still stands,” he pleaded. "I promise you!"
I struggled to believe him. I couldn’t distinguish between what the truth was and what was a lie.
“Why did you lie to me?”
“Because I-I thought…” he stuttered, his words faltering. He gripped the cold metal handrail so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"You thought what?"
“It’s complicated, Dylan.”
“Yeah, you’ve said that a thousand times,"I scoffed. "I knew you were hiding something from me, I fucking knew it!”
“I was going to tell you-”
“When?” I snapped, cutting him off. “When were you going to tell me?"
“Once it was done! Once it was over!”
His voice rose with desperation. “I wasn’t lying when I told you I was unhappy. When I told you that Ally and I shouldn’t be together. Iamending things with her, Dylan. I swear to you,” he begged, his voice thick with urgency. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I would never want to hurt you.”
I didn’t respond.
Brax shifted uncomfortably, rocking his weight from one foot to the other. “Dylan, I know what I’ve done is wrong. I know I’vefucked up. But when it comes to you, I can’t fucking see straight. You’re all I see. You’re all I want.”
He scrubbed his face roughly with his hand. “The engagement was a giant mistake. I’ve known it was a mistake from the start, long before I even ran into you again. I just didn’t have the guts to end it earlier.”
“And what? You do now?”
“I don’t love Ally! Please believe me when I tell you that I was going to tell you the truth… I swear."
All I could do was stare at him. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe every word spilling from his mouth.
But I didn't.
I couldn't.
“How can I trust you? You lied to me.”
“I’m sorry, Dyl. I’m really sorry.”
Brax reached out toward me.
I stiffened, taking a step back up.
“Don’t,” I warned, my tone ice cold. I refused to let him touch me. “We’re nothing anymore, Brax. This whole thing—” I gestured vaguely between us, “—has been a giant mistake.”
