Page 75 of Wild Thing
At the beginning of our relationship, it felt like it could have been something special—like we could be the kind of couple people looked at and thought,yeah, that works.
But we never had that spark. Or the chemistry. We didn't have that can't-keep-your-hands-to-yourself kind of attraction that existed with Dylan.
What Ally and I had was convenience. We tried to force feelings that were never there to begin with. I knew it, and tried to end it.
But, stupidly, I listened to people who convinced me to shift my perspective. I hated that fucking small town mindset. Everyone thought they were entitled to voice their opinion, even if you never asked for it.
Ally will make someone happy.
Just not me.
It was never meant to be me.
And that's what made this affair with Dylan so easy to justify. It was real. The heat was there. But so was that deep, emotional connection.
I was so fucking stuck on her.
Half of me is feral if I’m not touching her, while the other half of me is at peace just by being in her presence. With Dylan, nothing was forced. I didn’t have to pretend.
Something I’d never felt, and would never feel, with Ally.
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Sweating, I packed away my boxing gloves, grateful that I chose to blow off steam after the confrontation with Steven.
I shouldn't have let him get under my skin so badly.
He was clearly a snake, someone not to be trusted. Dylan mentioned the Studio Pase project was his last one before he left Gellar and Summers for good. I wondered if that was why he was such a dick; because he was on the way out, his care factor was at zero. Maybe that's what he meant when he said he was untouchable.
Even still, I hadn’t realized he'd been watching Dylan and me so closely. That was fucking strange, regardless.
Had we been that obvious?
Leaving the gym, I stepped out onto the pool deck, thankful no one else was there. Located on the sixth floor rooftop, lushgreenery and towering palm trees surrounded the pool. The water shimmered from the reflection of the bright midday sun.
At one end of the pool, a waterfall cascaded down a rocky ledge, its gentle murmur nearly drowned out by the sound of traffic from the busy city streets below.
I dumped my towel, drink bottle and phone on a sun lounge and stretched my arms into the air, leaning side to side, keen for a swim.
Diving in, the cool rush of water was a welcome sensation after working up a sweat. I began to cut some laps, and as I glided through the water, my thoughts refused to quit.
I should have broken up with Ally when I had the chance.
Tumbling underwater and cursing myself for not listening to my gut ages ago, I spun and kicked off one end of the pool to begin another lap.
Fuck, it was feeling messy.
Dylan and I had crossed a line, but so far, we'd only kissed.
And had hot phone sex.
But I wanted more.
Neededmore.
I wanted to fuck her, make her mine, hear her scream my name.
But I also actually wanted to bewithher. Give what we once had another shot.
