You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 115

It took me more reasoning to realize he had something in his palm. My candy.

Oh, god.

The tightness in my chest loosened, then bled into something worse—an ache with teeth. His scent reached me first: smoke, cedarwood, whiskey, and the traitor in my chest twitched like it recognized home.

Mum and dad weren't home. They had an appointment with the doctor and had to leave early. So, right now, it was just both of us.

He set the candy back on the desk with a careful tap, his gaze following it.

The candy... the memories it brought in this very room.

My fingers locked harder around the door. I'd rehearsed this moment in a hundred versions of my head; none of them told me what to do when it finally arrived.

What was he going to do to me? Hurt me? Drag me back home?

I knew he'd be furious that I left, but I couldn't say I regretted my decision—even though that decision had been haunting me.

"You left this." His voice walked a chill up my spine.

Still backing me, he tapped the sketchpad on the desk, one I hadn't noticed until now.

"Figured you'd have use for it since you'll be spending some time here."

Something delicate splintered near my heart. I tried to swallow, but my throat didn't cooperate.

Finally, he turned, and the world outside the doorway fell off its hinges.

Grey eyes. Perfect jawline. Brow stud, tattoos peeking out from his wrists.

How the hell did this sight become my undoing?

He braced his hands on either side of himself against the desk, leaning back. There was a glint in his eyes I wasn't used to seeing. It wasn't just cold or void. It was... detachment.

My pulse kicked harder than it had on the street. For the first time, something new sat between us. A narrow, shaky bridge I knew I'd helped build.

He fixed with me a stare. Though it wasn't intimidating, I looked away first, heat licking my cheeks.

"Thank you," I barely recognized the sound of my voice.

'The worst day of my life wasn't when I met you. It's every day after.'

Hearing those words in my head now felt like they'd been addressed to me. They stung different.

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