A marked heart, longing for the one is nothing more than a restless heart, burdened by a lie.
Marked Heart (Marked Heart #4)
Sept. 17, 2015
On the surface, everything appears fine. / No one knows the truth.
Only she understands what he's lost. / He's the only one that feels her pain.
His soul is broken. / Her existence is hollow.
She brings purpose to his life. / With him, her life has meaning.
She's opening up. / He's getting to her.
He doesn't know. / She has no idea.
He never wanted to lie. / She can't admit the truth.
It could be fate. / It's only ink.
'We're not good for each other.' ~Liv
'Let's be bad then.' ~Braden
Leaning as close as possible, without touching her, he questioned, "You're not into me?"
Blowing out a short breath, she insisted, "No."
Another nod preceded his, "Okay."
Liv's breathing picked up as he stepped behind her.
She started to question him, but stopped as he brushed her hair back from the side of her face and whispered, "Yes, you are," in her ear.
Slowly shaking her head, she felt his hands slide around her waist then down the front of her thighs while his lips grazed her earlobe.
"Eat your cereal then," he dared, challenging her like she had done with him the previous morning.
Fighting to keep her composure, she focused on the spoon that she couldn't seem to get a grip on.
The tiny prickles resting on the surface seeped through her skin down into her bones, chipping away at her resolve as Braden pressed his hands against the tops of her thighs. Kneading his way back to her waist with one hand. When his other slipped into the front of her pajama bottoms, Liv surrendered. Leaning her head back, she let out a soft moan that was instantly stifled by his kiss.
"You taste like fruit loops." He smiled against her mouth.
An involuntary groan prevented her from smiling back as the sensation his fingers coaxed caused her to shudder from the inside out.
Reaching back, Liv grabbed the shoulders of his t-shirt, twisting them in her hands as she murmured, "Braden..."
Time doesn't always heal old wounds. Often time makes them worse. Especially when you push those wounds to the back of your mind and focus on the life you want to lead. Then the day comes when you finally have everything. It is then, you realize that nothing ever goes away.
The true measure of a person's worth lies not within what they can offer you but what you have to offer them. No matter how desirable, are they worth your time, patience, forgiveness, loyalty, friendship, love, respect, understanding, compassion, trust? If not, they are worth more than you have to offer. They deserve for you to let them go.
Foolish is the heart that leaves itself open to falling in love. Reckless is the person who steps away from tradition to claim a life of their own. Irreplaceable is the moment one takes the risk.
He was all the things she really wanted and never bothered to look for in a man. He was also the most stubborn jackass she had ever met.
She was an infuriating pain in the ass, and he'd be damned straight to hell if he had to spend even one day without her by his side.