" That's not fair and you know it," He gritted, " You're not the only one who blames themselves for his death." " He's dead because of me, Exodus!" I yelled before I could even stop myself, " It should've been me laying in the fucking casket, not him! If he hadn't stepped in front of me he would still be here!" " And you think I could live with myself if that happened?! You think I could even stomach the fucking thought of seeing you in a coffin?!" He yells through the door, " I wouldn't fucking forgive myself if anything ever happened to you! Hell I spent all of my fucking teenage years trying to search for you and I was praying to God ever single fucking day that you were alive, Selah!" " That was your decision to look for me!" I argued back, " I never wanted to be found! I never asked you to show up and remind me that I still have so much fucking healing to do!" " And I never wanted you to leave!" Exodus hissed, yet I could hear the betrayal in his tone. __________ In which childhood friends Exodus Kane and Selah Claire reconnect after fourteen years of no contact since her brother's death. ( * LOTS OF SEX SCENES* )

With my hand on the knob, I twist it open, but the action was interrupted by his voice echoing off the walls. " Come here," I look over my shoulder, " No, I'm not in the mood for this shit." I hissed. " I wasn't askin. Come. Here." He demanded. I huffed, slamming the door shut and leaning against the door. " What?" He gestures towards the seat, " Sit down." " No, I don't have to do a damn thing." I refused, standing far away from him as possible. I wanted to be nowhere near him. " Sit down or I'll sit you down myself." He warns, glaring at me. ------------ #1 in urban romance #1 in black love #1 in glory to God #1 in bwbm #1 in lotsofdrama