His to Ruin: Breaking Chelsea
He was tracing the knuckles of my right hand with his thumb, his green eyes looking at me with this soft, completely unguarded adoration that made me want to throw up from the sheer, crushing guilt of it all.
I was trying so hard to be the perfect girlfriend, nodding and smiling while he talked about his physical therapy schedule and how Denver was holding the team together, but my brain was just screaming at me the entire time.
Liar. Fraud. Traitor.
"You know, once I get this brace downgraded to a sleeve, we should actually go somewhere," Kade was saying, his voice raspy but hopeful, completely oblivious to the war going on inside my head.
"Just you and me, Chels. Maybe drive up the coast f
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