Loves comes in all shapes and forms, and sometimes it can be hard to distinguish which one you’re given.I run from my pain—that’s just what I do. It’s how I’ve managed to keep a handle on the shame and remorse at what I did the day my life changed. Has it changed me for the good, or for the worse—I can never be sure? Some days it’s one and most it’s the other.
Now, each day is getting darker, ever since I met the woman who has the power to ease my ache and got a taste for what could be.
Selfish? Maybe. Foolish? Definitely. But nothing can stop me until I prove to her she needs me just as much as it kills me to wake up one more day without her.
Her brow twitches. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” She steps away, heading for the door.
Lunging from the chair, I catch her shoulder and spin her to face me. “Can’t do what? Why are you running?”
“Because being around you makes me feel things, and I know it’s wrong to.”
“Ramona, you need to tell me,” I plead, heart beating erratically. “What kind of ‘things’ are you feeling?” I need to know if they’re the same.
“Like you could be something incredible for me. But . . . ”
God, she’s killing me. “But?”
“It’s not the right time.” She smiles softly.
A beat passes with us staring at one another. I don’t want the moment to end. I don’t want her to walk away. “Do you love him?” My tongue is thick in my mouth.
About the Author
Originally born and bred in Canterbury, New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn’t change a thing.
In her down time, Max can be found at her local gym, brain-storming through a session with the weights. Or, she may be out bumping, and jostling her way along a dirt track with the family in hubby’s 4WD.