“I didn’t sleep with them. Well…” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Not all of them.”
“Oh, excuse me for thinking you’d turned into a man whore.” She flung up her hands. “Really, you’re just a regular male, aren’t you? Sleeping around, looking for someone to make you happy.”
“You. You make me happy.”
“Ha! Yet you’ve never tried to sleep with me.”
“What?! No, of course not. You’re Della! You’re—you’re—”
“I’m what? Too innocent for you, Ren? Too young? Do you look at me and still see a child because you better open your damn eyes. I haven’t been one in a long time.” She smiled thinly. “And now I’ve joined the ranks of adulthood. I’m not a virgin—”
“I don’t want to hear it.” I held up my hand. “Stop.”
“Oh, you don’t want to listen? You don’t want to know how he took me or what it felt like? Then again, I’m sure you don’t need to know. I almost forgot. You have enough experience of your own to fill in the blanks.”
“Della, just stop.”
“No, how about you stop, Ren. You know what I realised tonight?” Her cheeks flamed red as her eyes welled with furious tears. “I realised I hate myself. I hate what I’ve become. I hate everything I stand for, and I’m done. You hear me? I’m done. School is almost finished and instead of moping about wishing for things I can’t have, I’m focusing on my future. Did you know David goes to the college who hosted the party tonight? I told him I’m interested in creative writing…that I might want to be a storyteller like you used to be or maybe a journalist or writer or I dunno…. All I know is, I’m moving on. No more thoughts of running back to the forest with you. No more make believe. This is real life, and I’m letting it pass me by. I’m going to enrol next week, so I know where I belong.”
Her shoulders slouched with weariness I hadn’t seen until now. “I’m weak for giving up, but I tried. I really did.”
I stepped toward her, hesitant, wary. “Tried what? What aren’t you telling me?”
Her fatigue faded with yet more crackling rage. “Are you really that blind? Do you honestly not know? Or maybe it’s because of me. Maybe because you raised me, you can’t see past the mess of being sole guardian to an entirely reliant child. And maybe that’s my fault for not realising that sooner; for believing that the love we share wasn’t just one-dimensional but could grow into something different.”
She glowered at the ceiling, tears trailing paths down her cheeks. “God, I’ve been so stupid.”
Every inch of me begged to go to her, to hug her close and do my best to shield her from her unhappiness, but I couldn’t move. I daren’t do anything because right here, right now, the end gaped wide between us, and I didn’t want to fall into the abyss.
I didn’t want to be faced with the reality that had been slowly gathering ever since Cherry River.
“Della…don’t,” I begged. “Don’t do this.”
I didn’t understand what I pleaded for, only that I wasn’t ready. I’d never be ready.
She cocked her chin, shaking with blonde hair wild and a red mark I’d graced her with on her temple. Her ribbon tattoo flashed on her naked foot, snaking up her ankle.
She was gorgeous, and she was wrong that I’d been blind.
I’d seen her changing. I’d watched her transform from sweet girl to stunning woman, but I was responsible for her well-being. I was the one who had all the power whether she acknowledged it or not. And having that sort of power was a terrible burden to bear.
I would always be hers, but I couldn’t be what she was looking for. I couldn’t block her from growing into who she needed to become. I couldn’t put my own hopes and dreams onto her and read between lines that weren’t really there, hoping that there might be some way, some chance, that our friendship could be something more.
Something that wasn’t sick and twisted.
Something that wasn’t morally wrong.
“Let’s go to bed. It’s been a long night. We can finish this in the morning.” I wanted a truce, a peace treaty until daylight chased away this corruption.
But Della pinned me to the floor with an angry sniff and a flash in her blue eyes. “No. I’m done waiting.” Grabbing the hem of her dress, she yanked it over her head.
I stumbled back as she tossed the scrap of material to the floor and stood naked before me.
My heart hissed with possession. My body hardened with need. And my eyes feasted on curves and shadows of the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
I was utterly spellbound and trapped. If she moved toward me, I wouldn’t have been able to run. If she kissed me, I would’ve have been able to stop what I desperately wanted to do.
The end would’ve come in a totally different form.
And who knows where that path would’ve led us.
But she didn’t chase.
She didn’t try.
Instead, she held her head high as if proving to herself that standing naked before me wasn’t as poignant as she’d believed. That it wasn’t anything special when it was the most special thing in the world.
My heart cramped with so many things as she planted her hands on her hips, pinned me to the floor with a merciless glare, and said coldly, “Take a good look, Ren Wild. See for yourself what you’ve been trying to deny. I’m not a girl anymore. I haven’t been for a long time, and now…it’s too late.”
I couldn’t breathe as she added, “You know…for so long I was terrified that I’d strip in front of you and you’d scold me like a little girl. That I’d bare everything I’ve become and you wouldn’t see. But the way you’re looking at me…you do see. You see but it’s not enough. It will never be enough.”
Stepping with willow legs and fairy grace, she closed the distance between us and whispered, “I lied you to, Ren. I’ve been lying for years, but this time, this time I’m speaking the truth when I say, I don’t need you anymore. I don’t want you. I can survive without you no matter what life throws my way. Isn’t that what you wanted to hear? To know I’m self-sufficient? That I won’t make your existence any harder than I already have?” Cupping my cheeks, she breathed, “Cherry River was a mistake but not in the way I led you to believe.”
I trembled beneath her hold.
I was so fucking close to snapping.
Her fingers so soft and sinning on my face.
“I made you believe that I kissed you as an experiment and maybe I did, but that wasn’t the real reason.” Her tormented gaze drifted to my mouth. “I kissed you because I wanted to. I deliberately waited until you were asleep to have you—the boy I loved above everyone—give me my first kiss.” She laughed under her breath, tortured and hollow. “Up until tonight, I’d stupidly hoped you’d be the first of so many things. That can never happen now.”
I swallowed back a wash of grief, once again slammed with the knowledge she’d slept with someone else. Someone had been inside her. Someone had loved her who wasn’t me.
I wanted to punish her for that.
I wanted to touch her, kiss her, press her against the fucking wall and screw the consequences, but then I was crushed beneath mental pictures of her naked, back arched, and lips kissed as that bastard traitor from the party thrust inside her.
I stumbled backward, burning beneath hot jealousy. I gulped back every need and looked at her sternly. “Go to bed, Della.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Ren. I’m going. But not before I prove to myself I’m stronger than I thought.” Her touch reached for me again, softening to a caress as her thumb traced my bottom lip and she stood on her tiptoes, bringing her mouth to mine.
I froze as she kissed me.
Innocent.
Sweet.
It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done not to kiss her back.
Not to ruin that innocence.
Every muscle turned rigid at the invasion, the seduction. My eyes begged to close. My lips pleaded to part and give in.
I was second
s away from throwing it all away and taking what I wanted, but then she was gone, dropping her touch and smiling with every nightmare in the world. “Goodbye, Ren Wild. Goodbye to fallen dreams and impossible fantasies.”
When she turned her back on me, I couldn’t tear my eyes off her perfect ass as she walked bravely across the lounge to the corridor.
Every part of me wanted to follow, still spellbound and broken.
Just before she disappeared into the darkness, she looked back.
Her eyes locked on mine.
Her lips parted.
Her breath caught.
And we stood trapped in a physical embrace even while apart.
My willpower cracked enough to put one foot in front of the other as I begged to have her.
Then she shattered it by smiling soft and sweet like she’d done since she was a girl and dropped her eyes. “I’m sorry, Ren…for everything. But things will be better now. I promise. I’m done making life difficult…for both of us.”
She left without a backward glance, leaving me in the rubble of our lives, stupidly believing anything could be better now everything had been destroyed.
She didn’t come back even though I stood there, silently screaming her name over and over for her to find me.
This couldn’t be it.
This couldn’t end.
We couldn’t end.
But…we had.
We’d been honest for the first time in years and it had successfully proven what a dangerous game we’d been playing. We’d been willingly hurting each other. Twisting all that was good between us until there was nothing left.
My chest ached. My body throbbed.
I stood there for far longer than I should have.
Long after she’d headed to her bedroom.
Long after I heard the springs of her bed bounce and the click of her light signal she’d cocooned herself in the dark.
Only when my legs threatened to collapse did I trip across the lounge and grab her dress discarded on the floor.
I hugged it as I fell heavily on the couch.
I rocked with it as my mind flickered with images of her fucking another while flashes of her as a child made me sick.
I couldn’t untangle the two. I couldn’t accept the Della I loved with all my soul was now an adult. And not just any adult, but a woman who’d torn out my heart.
I switched from filthy obsessions to a racing track of warning.
Dawn wasn’t far away.
A new day where even sunshine couldn’t fix what was broken.
Della didn’t need me anymore, but somehow, I needed her more than ever. I needed her more than I could stand. More than I could ever let her know.
She’d been honest with me tonight, and it was time I was honest in return.
We were both miserable. Both searching for answers when we only gave each other questions. Both looking for permission to circumstances no one could understand.
I had no excuse for my behaviour. I was haunted by a dream-kisser. In love with a figment of my imagination that disgustingly believed Della was my fantasy.
When really…she could never be.
Della was mine, and I was hers.
I was her protector. She was my best friend.
I’d seen her grow from baby to child to woman, and no matter how I felt about her, I would never be allowed to have her in any other way but family.
I would burn in hell before I did.
I should be able to happily stand by as she found a lover, a husband, and be proud that I gave her such a life.
So why did the thought of her finding such gifts make me want to tear out the remainder of my heart and deny her everything? Why did I want to trap her in this one-bedroom apartment for the rest of our lives, never letting her see others, never letting her be happy unless she was happy with me?
That wasn’t right.
That wasn’t healthy.
I would end up smothering her, and I loved her far too much to destroy her.
I couldn’t have her, and I couldn’t watch her walk away.
So there was only one thing I could do.
She was right.
She didn’t need me anymore.
I’d done my part; I’d given her everything I had to give and now, I had to give her her freedom.
Once the idea manifested, I was grateful for the guidance. I didn’t second-guess as I pushed aside the couch and pulled out the cash I’d saved under the floorboards. I moved quietly as I checked the contents of the forever-packed backpack and lashed the new tent Della had bought me to its bulk.
I wanted my removal from her life to take years. For something to say we were so entwined, so tied together that there was no possible way for me to walk away. But I didn’t come across any knot or rope that couldn’t be undone with the simple choice to leave.
Within thirty horrible minutes, I had everything I needed.
I stared at the corridor where she rested and took two steps toward her before I grabbed control again and nodded with determination.
This was what had to happen.
I’d hurt her.
I continued to hurt her just like she continued to hurt me, and we both shouldn’t have to live in agony any longer.
Placing the cash on the coffee table, I looked around the apartment one last time. Grabbing a spare pen and a Post-it always housed next to the TV remote, I wrote the hardest letter of my life.
Della Ribbon,
I love you so much it hurts—
My hand paused.
My brain full of everything I wished I could tell her.
There was so much to say. So many confessions to share.
But in the end, I couldn’t write any of them.
Goodbye, Della.
I put the pen down next to a years’ worth of rent, picked up my backpack, and walked out the door.
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The Boy & His Ribbon exploded from nowhere and I’m still entirely wrapped in their tale while I write The Girl & Her Ren. I’ve never had a book flow so easily before, nor written one so fast—that in itself is something I’m hugely grateful for because writing went from fun to almost magical.
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