R. Hunter - Undone

“You own me, Embry,” he said, his eyes pleading. “I’m yours. I’m not letting you run.”

“I don’t want to own you, Luke,” she cried. “I don’t want any of this.”

Luke flinched as if he’d been slapped, but that wasn’t enough. She needed him to hurt like she was.

“Ever since I saw you walking down that hallway, my entire life has been turned upside down. I can’t seem to escape you. You’re everywhere I turn, and no matter how hard I try to fight it, you’re just … It’s destroying me, Luke. I can’t do this anymore,” she sobbed.

“Embry, don’t.”

She looked at Jeremy, who stood as still as a statue, his mouth hanging open. “Jer, can you get me out of here?”

“Baby, no,” Luke pleaded.

Her eyes came back to his, and she lost it. “I’m sorry. I just need time. Please, give me time.”

Jeremy came up behind her and took her hand in his. “I’ll take you anywhere you want,” he said glaring at Luke. “Let’s go.”

Her eyes locked on Luke’s as Jeremy towed her to the car. He opened the door and slid into the backseat, waiting for Embry to follow. She held the door and stared at Luke. The agony on his face ripped her apart, but she needed this. She wasn’t running; she just needed time and space.

“Luke,” she whispered.

He met her at the car door. His arms wrapped around her and he brushed his lips against hers. “I love you. I’ll let you go if that’s what you need, but I’m not giving up on us.”

Embry nodded. He let her go, and she slid into the car with Jeremy. She fell apart in her friend’s arms as she watched Luke fade away out the window.

Fireworks always had a way of making Embry feel small, bringing her back to a time when things were simpler, easier. No matter how old she was, when she heard that boom and crackle, and saw the explosion of light across the night sky, it opened up something inside of her that time had taken away. Suddenly she was young again, sitting on her father’s shoulders, completely enamored with life and filled with that wonder and curiosity that only children had. It was that feeling of knowing she was right where she was supposed to be, sharing something so special with the people she loved.

Embry felt none of that as she watched the New Year’s Eve fireworks over New York Harbor. It was a new year, and she sat on the rooftop of Jeremy’s penthouse, his arms wrapped around her as she cried more tears over Luke. The tears would stop eventually; she knew that. But the pain, that would stay with her for a while. If Jack had taught her anything, though, it was that she would survive. She’d get past it, eventually, and she’d be stronger for it.

Luke watched her drive off in the arms of another man, and it nearly broke him.

He had been ready to give it all up for her. He was in the Dean’s office, about to sacrifice himself and his career for her, when his phone buzzed. If she hadn’t sent that text … he couldn’t even think about it. He’d almost thrown everything away, and for what? To lose her anyway.

He hadn’t just planned to resign; he was going to tell all. Save Embry from having any of it come down on her head. He was prepared to twist the story in any way necessary to protect her, even if it meant he’d never be able to teach again. He would have done it for her. He’d do anything for her. But to his broken girl, the only thing that mattered was the truth he had kept from her. The truth he’d hidden to protect her. Because if she knew the truth about his past, she would come undone.

He’d never felt that way about a woman before. He would do anything to protect Embry, putting her before him without a thought. But he hadn’t protected her from himself. He’d been too selfish. He’d hidden so much of himself out of fear that she’d leave. He thought about all she’d shared with him. All they’d been through.

At the very least, he’d owed her the truth, but he couldn’t make himself come clean. Looking back on the past few days, he realized some things were so much bigger than what had happened in his past. Like watching the love of his life turn her back on him. Watching the resolve in her eyes as she decided she’d had enough.

He’d never forget that look for as long as he lived. He had put that look there. He knew how strong she was, even if she didn’t believe it, and he knew she wouldn’t be easy to win back. But he would do whatever he had to do to make things right with her. Anything to show Embry she was the only thing that mattered to him.

But fate seemed to have other plans.

Luke pulled into his driveway, and was so consumed by his thoughts that he didn’t notice the car parked on the street in front of his house. He got out of his truck, his head hung low, and headed toward the front door. When he looked up, he froze. He stared, unbelieving, at the girl sitting on his doorstep.

Long blond hair pulled back into a messy bun. Blue eyes filled with mischief and desire.

“Hey, Professor,” she rasped in her sweet southern accent.

“Sydney...”