Come to Me Quietly(141)

“Jared,” she whispered. Tears streaked down her face, hot and fast.

“I’m so sorry,” I promised. “And I know I can’t take back these months I’ve been gone, but I want to try… I want to try to make this work. God, Aly, please tell me you want the same thing.”



Aly choked, and again, she whimpered my name.

Frantic, I searched her eyes, feeling the pain that radiated from the surface of her skin. Fear coiled, and again I was thinking maybe I was too late, I’d done too much damage, and she was getting ready to push me away.

But she was holding on to me like she was going to hold on to me forever.

I wet my lips, shaking. “Baby… tell me what’s wrong.”



Aly stared down on me with overwhelming dread as she pulled my hands from her face. For a few painful seconds, she clutched them between us. She lowered them and flattened them across her belly. The heat of her palms held my hands there, pressing, pressing, telling. Everything in the movement was severe, pleading, her cheeks soaked with the tears that wouldn’t quit leaking from her eyes.

All the muscles in my body stiffened. My mind raced through every scenario because there was no possible way to accept her meaning.

But she wasn’t clarifying, wasn’t taking it back.

“No,” stumbled from my mouth as I edged back in the chair, needing space, my head shaking.

Her fingers dug into the backs of my hands as she pressed them more firmly against her stomach. “Yes.” It was a declaration.

“No, Aly, no.”



Panic spread slowly just beneath the surface of my skin. Every cell in my body lit in an excruciating blaze, like dominoes tipped one by one, catching fire.

“How?” How could I have done this?

She slanted her face away, then jerked it back to me. “I don’t know. I… I messed up.”



She messed up? Silent, mocking laughter pounded me in the chest.

It was me who messed up. I always did.

The walls closed in and the room spun. I nudged her from my lap.

Aly reeled back when I set her on her feet. “Jared, please talk to me.”



But I was the one who was reeling. Floundering. Standing, I fisted my hands in my hair as I began to pace her room. How could I have let this happen?

I don’t get to have this.

“Don’t do this, Jared. I know what you’re thinking, and you’re wrong.”



“I have to… I have to go.” I headed for her door. I just needed some air. Because I couldn’t f*cking breathe.

“Don’t you dare leave me, Jared. Please… don’t do this to me.” Her words were cracked and rushed. From behind, she grabbed me by the shirt, desperate as she pulled me back. “I won’t let you do this to me… I won’t let you do this to us.”



I wheeled around, taking her by the wrists, binding her hands between us as I brought us chest to chest. Wide, startled eyes stared up at me, her perfect mouth parted in shock.

“Do you think I could? Fuck… Aly… ”



Didn’t she get it?

I swallowed, overwrought, as I looked at the girl who I’d done so wrong. I didn’t know how to be okay with this because I’d never been more scared of anything in my life. I’d taken life, and I had no right to give it. But there was no staying away from the only one who had ever touched my heart.

I increased my hold. “I… please just give me some time.”