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“How many times do I have to say I鈥檓 sorry before you believe it? That I acknowledge I made a terrible mistake and have done everything I know how to fix it? How can you just freeze me out after that and walk away from everything we had?鈥�
Hurt and resentment swelled inside him, mixing with the anger in a toxic, chaotic mess. 鈥淵ou walked away first,鈥� he shot back. 鈥淭hat was your choice.鈥� Then I made mine. It was a low blow, even if it was true. But he refused to feel guilty about it, even under the circumstances. He hadn鈥檛 wanted to have this conversation, but she鈥檇 insisted, and he wouldn鈥檛 lie to her about the way things stood.
Honor鈥檚 chin came up, her tears evaporating as her eyes sparked with fresh anger. 鈥淚 did,鈥� she admitted quietly, her control merely emphasizing the loss of his own. 鈥淚 did walk away and it was the absolute worst mistake of my life. I鈥檓 sorry, Liam. See? I鈥檓 a big enough person to admit it to your face. Are you?”
― Kaylea Cross, Collateral Damage

“Don鈥檛 do this,鈥� he begged hoarsely against her temple, crumbling inside. Honor wasn鈥檛 the type to make empty threats or do something like this on a whim. No, she meant it and was prepared to go through with it. He had one last shot to change her mind, right now, before he lost her forever. So no, even he wasn鈥檛 above begging if that鈥檚 what it took to make her stay and work this out. 鈥淵ou said you still love me,鈥� he whispered brokenly. He was holding onto that for all it was worth. It had to be enough. He squeezed her tighter. 鈥淚 know you鈥檙e scared and I know you鈥檙e hurting but鈥� Don鈥檛 do this. Don鈥檛 walk away. Please.鈥� Don鈥檛 leave me. She鈥檇 never know how much it cost him to beg her this way, but he was so damn scared right now he didn鈥檛 care how pathetic it made him look. He鈥檇 do or say f-ing whatever it took to get her to listen to reason, make her change her mind. Anything except agreeing to live a lie and hide his true feelings for her from the rest of the world, no matter what the reason. A sob tore out of her. Honor stopped shoving at him. She wound her arms around his back and squeezed so hard he felt the muscles in her arms tremble. Liam closed his eyes and pressed his face against her hair, that painful bubble of hope surfacing again. He could feel her torment, her pain. If he could just calm her down long enough to get her to listen, really listen and then think this through鈥� 鈥淪weet pea, just listen to me,鈥� he began softly.
鈥淣o, I can鈥檛.鈥� Honor tore away from him and grabbed the doorknob. Before he could recover enough to reach out and stop her, she鈥檇 slammed the door shut behind her. Gone.”
― Kaylea Cross, Collateral Damage

“Then he made the mistake of looking into her eyes and froze. Her expression was so open, so full of tenderness and longing as well as heat that he almost balked. This was supposed to be about closure, about having the goodbye they鈥檇 never gotten last time. How was he supposed to leave after if she gave herself to him this completely? Her hand came up to cradle the side of his face, her thumb stroking back and forth across his jaw, her touch gentle and loving. 鈥淣eed you,鈥� she murmured,

It was good. Even better than he remembered. Liam buried his face in the side of her neck and sucked in a breath, struggling to hang on. Being cradled in Honor鈥檚 arms, buried to the hilt inside her while she opened her body and heart to him was the most incredible thing in the world. How the f*&^ was he going to walk away later? Without warning his eyes began to sting. As though she sensed how close he was to coming unglued, Honor murmured to him and pressed kisses to the side of his face, her hand urging his head to turn toward her. Liam shook his head, unable to bear that final level of intimacy when he knew this was their last time. Keeping his face in her neck he fought back the swell of emotion and began to move, a slow, shallow rocking motion that was more profound than words could ever be. He loved her. Would always love her, but it wasn鈥檛 enough because some things couldn鈥檛 be undone and he just couldn鈥檛 let her in the way he had before. All they had left was this bittersweet farewell, and he was going to make it memorable. .... A lump settled in his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut, torn between the excruciating pleasure swelling inside him and the need to see her face as he took her this last time. In the end, his heart won out. Powerless to stop himself, he lifted his head and looked down at her. Anguish sliced through his chest when he saw the tears glistening in her beautiful eyes. Don鈥檛. Don鈥檛 cry. Shit, he didn鈥檛 want either of them to hurt anymore. He was sick of hurting. That鈥檚 why he was ending it all tonight. With a low sound of regret he covered her mouth with his, his tongue sliding against hers as he took her. Honor kissed him back deep and slow...

Cupping her cheek with his free hand he gave her everything he had left to give, allowing his emotional shields to drop for these final moments.

She ran her fingertips up and down his back in a soothing motion, her body limp and pliant beneath his, legs still wrapped around him. And all of a sudden he felt like crying. He felt too much, was in too deep again.
He didn鈥檛 know what to say to make this any easier. After what they鈥檇 just shared he was more conflicted than ever about what to do.
鈥淚鈥檒l miss you,鈥� she murmured, and he caught the slight catch in her voice. Ah, fu&%. He gritted his teeth. It would be so much easier if they could just hate each other. For a moment he considered saying something to make her do exactly that, but couldn鈥檛. Even he wasn鈥檛 enough of an a**hole to end things that way. And that look on her face鈥� Against his better judgment, Liam sat back down on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his arms. Honor went willingly into his embrace, pressing her face to his chest as she hugged him tight in return.
鈥淚鈥檒l miss you too.鈥�
Dammit, he should never have come here tonight. 鈥淚 wish it could be different, but I just鈥� I can鈥檛 do this anymore.鈥� I鈥檒l always love you but I can鈥檛 afford to let you back in again. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry.”
― Kaylea Cross, Collateral Damage

“Truth was, he was sitting on the floor only partly because he was more used to that, but more because it gave him an excuse not to have to sit close to her. If anything he was more attracted to her with every hour that passed, rather than leveling off. He鈥檇 been telling himself he was hot for her simply because it was a natural reaction for a man who鈥檇 been without a woman for four years to want one as beautiful as her, especially when they were staying alone in a house together. But if he was honest it was way more than physical attraction. Erin was kind and brave and sweet. She made him simultaneously want to gather her up in his arms to protect her and pin her to the nearest flat surface and kiss her until she melted and wrapped around him.”
― Kaylea Cross, Danger Close

“I鈥檓 sorry you got dragged into this.鈥� He waved a hand to indicate he meant the house, the entire situation. 鈥淗aving to stay here, with me, when you should be home with your family.鈥� A pang of homesickness hit her as she thought of her parents and how disappointed they鈥檇 been that her leave had been 鈥渃ancelled鈥�. That wasn鈥檛 his fault though.
To ease his concern, she put on a smile. 鈥淵eah, but hey, I could鈥檝e done way worse in terms of roommates.鈥� She gave his leg a playful nudge with her hand.
His eyes warmed at her words and touch. The firelight brought out the deep bronze undertones in his hair, flickering in tones of gold and orange. She wanted to run her fingers through it to find out if it was as soft as it looked.
He shook his head slightly at her, looking amused. 鈥淲hy鈥檇 you have to be so sweet?鈥�
She shrugged and countered, 鈥淲hy鈥檇 you have to be so damned good looking?”
― Kaylea Cross, Danger Close

“She swallowed, blinked quickly a couple of times and it twisted his heart to know she was battling tears on his behalf.
鈥淪o you鈥檙e going to what, sacrifice yourself? Stand out there and offer yourself up as human bait so they can bring him in鈥斺€�
Wade stepped up close and curved a hand around the back of her neck to silence her. She bit her lip and lowered her gaze, hitching in a ragged breath that tore through him.
鈥淚t has to be me. Can you try to understand? The risk he poses outweighs everything else.鈥� Even his life, if necessary. He tightened his fingers slightly, desperate to get through to her, to make her see why it had to be this way. But he hated leaving her, hated going with all this uncertainty left between them. He pushed out a breath and leaned his forehead against hers as the emotions bombarded him. Anxiety. Longing. An overwhelming sadness that this might be the last time he got to touch her. He didn鈥檛 know what to do with it all.
鈥淚 never expected to fall for you,鈥� he whispered, his throat tightening. Her head jerked back and she stared up at him with those huge green eyes swimming with tears. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛,鈥� he insisted, feeling awed and bewildered at the realization that this woman meant so much to him.
鈥淵ou鈥檝e made me feel things I never thought I鈥檇鈥斺€� He broke off, swallowing. Caressing her nape with his fingers, he cradled her cheek in his other hand and stared into her eyes.
鈥淚t didn鈥檛 matter to me before if I lived or not, so long as I got him, but it鈥檚 different now. You matter to me, and I鈥檓 going to do everything in my power to come back for you. Okay?”
― Kaylea Cross, Danger Close