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I nod dumbly as I follow her downstairs, and we all climb into the car, saying goodbye to the lake house yet again.
Who knows if we’ll ever come back? Part of me thinks we got everything we possibly could from this place.
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LINC
We’ve been home from the lake for two days, and I’ve been doing my usual thing, avoiding P because I can’t fucking face her.
They broke up that night. And she never told me.
I meant what I said, I don’t want to hurt her anymore, but something Asher said has stuck with me, festering under the surface.
I’m playing house with my brother’s girlfriend.
Even if they broke up the night he died, that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t have made up the next day. It was Penelope and Colt. They would have worked it out.
And yes, I know Asher is a moody, little teenage asshole, but he’s not wrong.
What the hell are we doing here?
She said that she fell in love with both of us. I can’t find the balls to ask her what that means. Because to me, being vulnerable isn’t an option and never has been.
Did she mean when we were kids? When we fucked on prom night? Now?
I can’t ask any of it. And it’s making me seethe with anger, frustrated beyond belief, and I’m afraid what will happen if I confront her.
Because I can’tnotpunish her when I feel like this. And I want to stick to the plan.
Splashing around in the lake together felt good.Too good. It felt . . . Hell, it felt like we were free for the first time in over a year.
And to me, that’s dangerous.
I start down the hall toward the bathroom, needing a shower so I can get out of the house before P wakes up. But of course, as luck would have it, I hear the shower turn on right as I reach the bathroom, and I’m now staring at a wet, naked Penelope in the glass shower.
Fuck me. Why does she have to be so fucking perfect?
It’s really not fair.
I watch her head fall back as she lets the water spray over her face, sliding down her tan body. Her hands moving to soap up her hair, the bubbles forming under her fingertips, her full tits pulled up and just there for my eyes.
My cock wakes up and wants so badly to join her, but I have to remember I’m in a mood, one that will want to hurt her.
She turns, seeing me, but doesn’t register any shock as she pushes the door of the shower open, inviting me in.
Don’t do it, Linc.
I lift my shirt and push my sweats and briefs down almost on autopilot because we both knew I was going to join her. I climb into the shower, pulling the door closed, and she moves back to the water, letting it fall over her as she faces away from me.
And I waste no time asking the question I want to ask because I rarely hold back when it comes to her. “Why didn’t you tell me about the night he died before?”
She doesn’t turn to face me, and I’m not touching her, but I know my question has made her tense. “I was ashamed. I still am.”
“Why? Because you two weren’tthatperfect?”
She turns to face me now, the water dripping from her hair down over her face. She looks breathtaking, but I try my hardest to focus. “Because I killed him.”
“You didnotkill him.”
