Author Megan Hart is here with us today sharing an exclusive excerpt from her latest release, Tear You Apart. Welcome to The Book Vixen Megan!
I am in love with him, and I think I’ve known that for a long time, but now I can’t stop myself from admitting it. I love the way he dances for me, trying to make me laugh, not caring if he looks a little like a fool — he is adorable and charming and the breath leaves my lungs and my heart forgets to beat, moment after moment.
I love him.
I love him.
I love him.
You never fall in love with anyone the same way you fell in love with someone else. It’s always different, every time, if you’re lucky (or cursed) enough to have it happen more than once. But I’ve never been uncertain about love, not any of the times I found myself in it. Love is always real, even when it doesn’t last.
I love him, and I want this night to go on and on forever, I want this song to never end, but of course it has to and he slides into the bench beside me. He’s laughing, but I can’t find the air to laugh with. All I can do is kiss him.
More slow kisses, feather brushes of lip on lip, the quick and furtive slip of his tongue inside my mouth.
“Kiss me harder,” I’d said earlier in the night, but this is not hard. It’s slow and sweet and soft, and I can’t get enough.
“Let’s get out of here,” Will says, linking his fingers in mine. The squeeze of his hand is perhaps meant to be casual, but there’s a weight of meaning in it.
“Yes,” I say. And again. “Yes, yes, yes.”
The alcohol didn’t intoxicate me. His mouth does. His hand on the small of my back, tugging at my dress to keep me from stepping into the street. The way he hails a cab and opens the door, waiting for me to slide inside before he gets in after me. The press of his knee on mine. I am drunk on Will.
The streetlights seem elongated and wavering, the view from the pilot’s seat of the Millenium Falcon. Traffic lights are a rainbow. The driver’s music is low and something foreign I don’t recognize, and he barely says a word to us, not even glancing in the rear view mirror. Maybe he’s had too many drunk and horny couples in the back of his cab and he knows better. More likely, he just doesn’t give a fuck beyond getting us to where we want to go. I give him the address of a hotel close to the train station because it will be convenient for Will in the morning.
We don’t kiss or touch except for the inconsistent press of our calves, the occasional brush of our fingertips, each of our hands on top of our knees. Everything is surreal. Nothing seems right. Am I dreaming this, and if I am, I don’t want to wake up.
“Salvador Dali,” I murmur.
Will turns his head. “What?”
“Dali,” I say. “All of this…everything is like Dali. It’s all Dali.”
Will laughs and takes my hand as the cab slows in front of the hotel. “Melting clocks?”
“No.” I can’t explain it. I wave a hand and turn to him. “Just that nothing seems real, that’s all. Why are you here?”
He leans close and kisses me, his reply too low for anyone but me to hear. “Because you wanted me to come.”
Their passion will consume everything and everyone in its path.
I'm on a train.
I don't know which stop I got on at; I only know the train is going fast and the world outside becomes a blur. I should get off, but I don't. The universe is playing a cosmic joke on me. Here I had my life—a good life with everything a woman could want—and suddenly, there is something more I didn't know I could have. A chance for me to be satisfied and content and maybe even on occasion deliriously, amazingly, exuberantly fulfilled.
So this is where I am, on a train that's out of control, and I am not just a passenger. I'm the one shoveling the furnace full of coal to keep it going fast and faster.
If I could make myself believe it all happened by chance and I couldn't help it, that I've been swept away, that it's not my fault, that it's fate...would that be easier? The truth is, I didn't know I was looking for this until I found Will, but I must've been, all this time. And now it is not random, it is not fate, it is not being swept away.
This is my choice. And I don't know how to stop.
Or even if I want to.
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