Chapter 62
Jack
After Nolan leaves the room, I get back to my bed and sit on the edge, covering my face with both hands.
A groan rumbles out of me, raw and low.
It's my fault. All of it.
I should've stopped it earlier—should've shut down the teasing before it shifted into something else. But for some stupid reason, I let it drag on. Let him linger in my orbit. Let the tension build, knowing damn well it wasn't harmless anymore.
And now? Now I've managed the impossible.
I've hurt them both.
Ciel, my sunshine, the person who has given me more than I ever thought I deserved. And Nolan—his best friend, his other half, the one tethered to him in ways I can never understand.
What the fuck was I thinking?
I rake my fingers through my damp hair, tugging hard enough to sting, like maybe pain will pull me out of this mess. But it doesn't. Nothing does.
The truth is ugly, and it sits heavy in my chest: I wanted it.
