It's been years since Veronica left—since I made her leave—but I've envied and hated every man who's touched her since. I've hated myself even more because I wasn't supposed to stop trusting myself around her.
I wasn't supposed to love her at all.
Our truth is ugly. So twisted and wrong that I would do everything to protect her from it. I have done everything.
So I'll let her keep hating me and I'll keep pretending we're nothing.
But Veronica … she was everything.
It's been years since she was mine, and she still is.
* Book 2 of the This Love Trilogy