All Chapters of Break Me Apart (MxM): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

JAYCE BECKETT I missed this. I fucking missed sitting in this chair, in this room that smells like roses and chocolate, holding Curtis' hand, and chatting softly with him as he slowly drifted off to sleep. I missed it so much that I was trembling with joy as I gently massaged his tiny hand, watching him struggle to stay awake, his eyelids fluttering in a losing battle against sleep."Uncle Cole said you're going to marry him? He said we're going to be family, really?" Curtis suddenly asked, his words making my eyes widen in shock. Curtis blinked a few times before his gaze finally settled on me. I was so caught up in the peaceful moment, watching him sleep, that I hadn't seen this question coming.I cleared my throat, attempting to mask my nervousness. "Did he really say that?" I asked, my voice a little too controlled. "Yes," Curtis replied, his words slurred from the remnants of sleep, his eyes still heavy from dozing off just fifty seconds ago. He sat up, his gaze locking on

RENATO MARINO "You're... Hmmph..." He gasped, his hands found my collar, and he pulled me to him, his body pressed against mine, like we were one person. I let my hand slide down his back, sneaking my hand into his shirt, feeling his warm skin against my skin, my fingers trailing his hard muscles. "You're an asshole. I hope you know that." Jayce groaned into my mouth, his words tickling my tongue as he greedily sucked on my tongue, just the way I loved it. I wanted more, kissing him alone won't do. I wished it was possible to eat him up and still have him. I wanted him swallow him whole, to have his skin pressed against my bare skin. To have us tangled together in my bed and stay that way forever. This was the very thing I'd feared. The reason I'd never dared to tread this path again after Aspen. I don't do love; I do possession. Obsession is my game, and once I've claimed someone, nothing— not even death—can extinguish the all-consuming fire that drives me to have them. Jay

JAYCE BECKETT The officiant cleared his throat. “Congratulations, you two. It's nice to see young people loving wholeheartedly. It makes me feel young again." He said, the corner of his eyes wrinkled as he smiled. "Uh, I don’t mean to rush you out, but we do have a 4 p.m., ceremony, and you still need to sign the certificate.”"Right?" Cole grinned, pulling away and took a step backward, his hand shot out, wiping my lips. "I almost forgot about the most important thing. Not like any of this is less important.""I won't judge you if you say it's the most important of the whole event. I mean, it's the proof of your marriage and proof of new beginning." The man chucked, giving me a quick glance before looking away.We quickly got that out of the way, and then he handed me the piece of paper we were never going to file. I handed it off to Cole, because the last thing I needed was a reminder that today happened. I just wished I could go home, sleep and when I woke up, I would forget ever

JAYCE BECKETT Taking my last name was just out of the question, and as much as I tried to brush it off, I just couldn't shake it off. The more the night wore on, the more I felt like this was all becoming terrifyingly real. What if I actually married my best friend for real? Oh God, a lot could go wrong! A lot of things would spiral out of control, and we might not be able to fix it. The thought alone was sending me into a panic, and I couldn't help but asked myself, "what have we gotten ourselves into?" "What?" Cole asked, suddenly stopping dancing, but his hands were still loosely wrapped around my waist, his eyes boring into mine. "Don't look at me like you don't know," I retorted slowly, my hands slipping down from his shoulders. I knew he understood exactly what I was saying, and this wasn't the time to play pretend. Cole sighed, his head dropping to his chest, and then slowly looking up at me. "You can't blame me, can you?" he asked, gently releasing my waist and ke

JAYCE BECKETT My head was still throbbing, and my ears were ringing like an alarm was going off in my head. For two days, it had been like that. For two days, I hadn't managed to close my eyes for sleep. For a good two days, I hadn't put anything in my mouth, not even water. And for those fucking two days, I had been feeling like a total shit. The only question I had been asking myself over and over for days was 'What the fuck have I done?' If it wasn't because of me, everything that happened wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't be here now, pacing the long corridor of this damn hospital with my hands trembling with fear. If I hadn't drunk all that alcohol, maybe I would have been able to go back home that night, and Curtis... Curtis wouldn't have..."Fuck me!" I cried out, fisting my hair in both hands, pacing back and forth with my eyes burning with unshed tears. I couldn't stop myself from pulling at my hair as the memory of Curtis passing out cold in the bathroom flooded my