Rosie stood there in the driveway, helpless, whilst looking tragically beautiful through my rearview mirror. The sight tore through me. A clean rip down the middle of my chest. Every part of me screamed to slam the brakes, drag her into my passenger seat and lock her away in my penthouse, where no one would touch her or see her, ever again. But I didn't.
Somehow, I've managed to hold myself back. Instead, I let our distance grow, like a coward.
Not because I didn't want her near. God, I wanted her, so fucking bad. But because I couldn't bear to look at her without feeling the heartbreak crashing into rage. I didn't trust myself around her, at least not yet.
This was worse than the time I saw her grinding up against the stranger at Laurent's Chateau. That night, I was just raging with pure jealousy. This...this was pure betrayal. She had kissed someone she wasn't supposed to. Someone who still owned a piece of her heart.
