#Chapter152
Homestead
/"Don't. Some things I can't forgive. You're just making this messy./" I shove him back forcefully, my voice shaking, not able to breathe properly, a whispering tone as I slide off his lap, getting on my own two feet on Jell—O legs and a lot of lightheadedness. I avoid his eyes, but Colton isn't about to give up.
He catches me by the waist and pulls me to him bodily, so I collide into his now standing frame, and almost crumble. Maybe it's a last—ditch attempt to play on what's already ignited between us and throwing caution to the wind, but I'm getting stronger by the second now I haven't got him all around me, hemming me in.
