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MY UNDOING 081
DAMIEN A session with Macey’s therapist? The thought alone should have made me scoff. I had never imagined myself agreeing to something so intimate, so exposing, but then I looked at her, eyes wide, heart open, trembling yet begging me to be there. I couldn’t say no. “Yes. Of course I’ll go,” I said, voice steady even though my body betrayed me. Heat pooled low in my gut, pulse spiking, need curling like fire around my bones. Relief and desire hit her all at once. She leapt from the counter, wrapping herself around me, legs instinctively curling around my waist, pressing herself to me. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly as if I were her anchor. “Thank you so much, Damien. Thank you,” she whispered, face pressed into my chest, inhaling me like she needed to memorize every part of me. “You don’t have to thank me,” I murmured, letting my hands roam over her back, sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her flush against me. Her body arched instinctively into mine, moans vibra
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MACEY I knew I messed up the second the words left my mouth. It was like watching myself from outside my own body, hearing my voice say something I had spent weeks swallowing, and the second it slipped out, I wanted to grab it, shove it back inside, rewind time, anything. Anything except sit there on Damien’s lap, staring into his eyes while my heart beat so loudly I was sure he could feel it under his hands. He froze. Completely still. His hands, warm and steady on my hips, tightened just slightly, like he had to hold on to something. And I could feel my entire soul trying to escape my body. Oh no. No no no no. I scrambled off his lap so fast I almost tripped on my own feet. Heat rushed up my neck, all the way to my ears. I wanted to crawl under the couch and pretend I did not exist. I wanted him to forget everything I said. I wanted a hole to open in the floor and swallow me. I stood there; my breath caught in my throat, and braced myself for the shutdown. The kind I knew t
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DAMIEN I honestly had no idea what I expected to see when I opened the door, but it definitely was not Macey. She stood on my porch like she had run the whole way here. Her face was flushed, her breathing uneven, and her eyes wide with something that looked a lot like panic. For a second I thought I was imagining her. Maybe lack of sleep had finally made me start hallucinating. I blinked twice just to make sure she was really there. But before I could even form a complete thought or ask what she was doing here, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms tightly around me. The hug caught me so off guard that for a second I forgot how to move. Her face pressed against my chest, and she clung to me like the world was on fire and I was the only safe place she had left. “Macey” I said quietly as I lifted a hand to touch her shoulder. “Macey, what is going on” She pulled back only enough to look up at me. Her eyes were already glassy. “You look horrible, D. You look so horrible.” H
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MACEY I was fuming. Actually, no—I was beyond fuming. I was vibrating. I wanted to push Zinna off my property, shove her back into her fancy car, and tell her never to show up at my door again. Seeing her standing there like she had every right to breathe the same air as me after everything she had said and done? My blood boiled. She lifted a hand in the smallest, weakest wave. “Hi, Macey.” I laughed. Loud. Sharp. Bitter enough to sting my own throat. “Keep your hi to yourself, Zinna. Why are you here?” She swallowed, blinking fast, like she hadn’t expected me to come out swinging. Like she thought I’d open the door and melt, or politely fold into myself like I used to at the office. Not today. “Can we go in?” she asked softly. “Maybe talk inside?” I raised a brow so high it practically touched my hairline. “Really? You’re serious right now?” She winced. Actually winced. The great Zinna Blackwell, queen of composure and perfectly iced-out reactions, flinched like I’d slappe
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MACEY The drive to Dr. Hale’s office felt longer than usual, even though it was barely twenty minutes from my apartment. Maybe it was the way the sky looked—gray and heavy, like it knew exactly what kind of emotional mess I was showing up with. Or maybe it was me. Probably me. I parked, gathered my bag, and tried to pull myself together before walking inside. I’d been doing therapy long enough to know she could see right through that, but whatever. I needed the illusion of control, even if it lasted only between the parking lot and her doorway. Her office smelled like lavender and some expensive candle I could never pronounce. Calm. Too calm. As always, Dr. Hale sat in her usual armchair, legs crossed, a soft smile on her face that made me feel both safe and exposed. “Good morning, Macey,” she said. “Morning,” I murmured, sinking into the couch that had now heard more of my emotional disasters than any living person. Honestly, it deserved some kind of award. Or rent. Or at leas
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ZINNA I knew something was wrong the moment Damien stepped into my apartment. I had never seen him look like that before. Damien was the stable one. The solid one. The man who didn’t crumble, even when everything around him was falling apart. So when he broke down in my arms earlier, really broke down, I felt the ground shift under my feet. That wasn’t just sadness. That was grief. That was heartbreak. That was my big brother holding on to me because he had nothing else to hold on to. And it scared me. It really did. It made everything inside me twist because I wasn’t used to seeing him like that, and I hated that I couldn’t fix it instantly the way I fixed everything else. When he left, my apartment suddenly felt too quiet. Too still. And I stood there staring at the door, feeling this odd, heavy pressure in my chest. Damien wasn’t supposed to hurt like that. He didn’t deserve to be that broken. He didn’t deserve the confusion, the sadness, or the guilt he was drowning in.
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