Secret Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 5)
froze, stared down at her back. She was stiff with anger, her body all hard angles and uncompromising planes. God , he missed her curves, her softness. He wondered if that Tessa was ever going to come back.
    “I don’t care,” Curtis said roughly. “You can hate me all you want.”
    “I will. Now get the fuck out.”
    He paused, sure that this was the last time that he’d ever see her. Once he walked out that door, Tessa was lost to him and he’d never get her back; he believed that with every inch of his body. Curtis never spoke more than ten words in a row if he could help it, but if he had anything to say to the woman, now was the time to spit it out.
    And I have a few things to say to the woman, that’s for damn sure.
    “I know you hate me, baby, but I love you,” he said quietly. “I love you, and I won’t let you do this to yourself. Not anymore.”
    Tessa’s eyes opened in shock, and she stared at the wall. She didn’t turn over, but she did listen.
    “I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you, Tessa, and the best and worst night of my life was when I finally got to hold you. It was the best because you were in my arms, and it was the worst because you were hurt.” He ran his hand up and down his jeaned thigh as he spoke. “Ever since then, I thought that I’d do anything to hold you like that again – but now I don’t give a crap if I never even lay eyes on you again. I’ll give up touching you, give up seeing you, if it means that you stop hurting yourself. If you get taken care of. If you live.”
    Tears burned her eyes, and she took a shuddering breath.
    “I just want you to live , baby. With me in your life, without me in your life. Talking to me or hating me… I don’t give a flying fuck. I just want you to be OK. To start to like yourself again, and to trust yourself again. I’ll get on with my life, and never touch or talk to you again, and I’ll fucking hate every second of it, but I’ll do it. I’ll do it if I know you’re safe. I’ll do it because I love you.”
    The tears trickled down her cheeks, and she held in a sob.
    “So you go on and hate me if you have to.” Curtis’ voice was so full of emotion now, he barely recognized it as his. “I’ll live with it, if it means that you’re gonna get well again with people who can help you. You hate me, and you get healthy.” He turned away from the bed, headed for the door. “I love you, baby. I love you, and I don’t care if you hate me for doing the right thing for you. I love you, and I’m taking care of you because you can’t take care of yourself right now. I love you so fucking much, and I’m gonna miss you… but I’ve already been missing you for months now. It’s like all the light and goodness just drained out of my life when you got lost in the dark, Tessa.”
    He opened the door, lowered his head as he gathered up the courage to walk away from her forever. His final words to her were wrenched out of him, pulled from deep out of his shredded heart.
    “That woman that I love – I know she’s still in there somewhere. I hope she comes back one day ‘cause she’s the most gorgeous, amazing, wonderful woman I’ve ever known. And I’m gonna love her until my dying day.”
    With that, Curtis was gone.
    Once the door had closed behind him, that was when Tessa finally turned over and spoke. Her voice was soft, totally broken.
    “Curtis… don’t go.”
    **
    “I still don’t understand what you’re waiting for.” J.J. shook her head at Tessa, hard enough to make her red curls fly. “ Call him.”
    “I can’t,” Tessa said quietly. “I really messed it all up with him.”
    “He loves you.” Jenna Jade’s green eyes – the exact same color as jade, actually – were impatient. “He said so. About ten damn times, and after you told him that you hated him.”
    Tessa shrugged.
    “What’s that mean?” J.J. mimicked the shrug. “Are you seriously acting like this is no big deal? Because,

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