Her breath whispered over my lips, so fucking close. It was a moment of weakness when I leaned forward. My heart and brain wanted two different things. But in the end, my body won over.
My lips slammed over hers, kissing her into silence. I didn’t want to hear her weak apologies, for they meant absolutely fucking nothing to me anymore.
It was three years too late for apologies.
Y/n gasped once, before quickly falling into the kiss. Almost like she had been waiting for this.
“I fucking hate you, Y/n,” I rasped into her lips.
She whimpered and pressed her mouth harder against mine. Wanting more. Needing more. It took all of my willpower to wrench myself away from the kiss. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my lips curling bitterly. A smile with no warmth.
Her chin trembled and her eyes welled with tears.
It pained me, but for my own goddamn sanity, I forced myself to walk away from my wife.