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He’s right. They all had a long road to get where they are, but that’s their journey. We aren’t all the same. Each relationship has its own unique path and challenges.
“And if she doesn’t feel the same?” I ask, my voice tinged with the fear that’s been gnawing at me. The thought of unrequited love terrifies me, and I’m desperate to know the truth, even if it hurts.
“She feels the same,” Anya says, stepping up closer and wrapping her arms around me in a comforting embrace.
“What?” Paxton and I say in unison, both of us caught off guard by her certainty.
“You’re worried she doesn’t feel the same, but she does,” Anya reassures me, her voice steady and confident.
My head is spinning, and I’m not sure if it’s because of what Anya just said or all the shots of alcohol I’ve had. Can it be true? Is there really hope for us?
“She told you that?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Not exactly,” Anya admits, her eyes meeting mine with a serious expression. “But she thinks you’ve been acting this entire time. She thinks you still view her as your enemy. She’s hurting and confused. You need to talk to her, Brock. Tell her how you feel.”
The weight of her words settles over me, and I feel a mixture of relief and anxiety. Willow thinks I’ve been pretending that I still see her as my adversary. The realization that she’s been hurting and confused because of me is like a punch to the gut.
I look at Anya, her eyes filled with sincerity. “You really think she feels the same?”
“I know she does,” Anya says softly. “But she needs to hear it from you. She needs to know that what you feel is real.”
The room around me seems to fade away, and all I can focus on is the enormity of what Anya is saying. This is my chance to make things right, to be honest about my feelings and show Willow that what we have is genuine.
“So man up and go talk to her,” Paxton says, slapping his hand down on my shoulder.
“She changed her flight for tonight, so you’ll need to hurry up,” Anya says.
“What? She’s leaving?”
“Yes, so go,” she says, shoving me away from the bar.
I run out of there determined to find out the truth. My heart races in my chest, which is crazy but maybe it means it’s piecing itself back together. Maybe, just maybe, Willow really does feel the same and she is just scared to admit it.
I slam on the elevator button. “Come on,” I whisper, watching it slowly come down from the top floor. The door finally opens and I rush inside, hitting the button to take me to our room. Our room. The room where we discovered each other in ways no one else ever has. The room where we laughed together, held each other, and fell in love.
When the door opens I race toward our room and pull out my keycard, putting it in with my pulse racing. I open the door with a smile threatening to take over my face, when suddenly I stop in my tracks.
She’s gone.
It’s empty.
Just like my heart.
Chapter 29
Willow
“What did he say?” my older brother Kai asks, his voice edged with concern.
I shake my head, feeling the weight of the moment. “He didn’t say anything.”
“But you love him?” Miles asks, leaning forward, his expression a mix of curiosity and worry.
I’m sitting in the living room of Mom and Dad’s house, recounting everything that happened this week in Vegas to my older brothers. Of course, I’m leaving out the R-rated details, but they’re getting the gist. The room is filled with the comforting, familiar scents of home—freshly baked cookies and the faint hint of Dad’s cologne. The walls are decorated with family photos, each one a testament to the close-knit bond we share.
A tear races down my cheek as I sniffle. “Yes. I think I do.”
“That’s it. I’m flying to Vegas to kick the ever-loving shit out of Brock for hurting you,” Oliver declares, rising from his seat. My eldest brother has always had an extreme protective streak when it comes to our family. It’s in his nature as the oldest, to shield us from pain.