It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover (z-lib.org).epub

My God, this man can kiss. It’s as if he takes kissing as seriously as he
takes his profession. He begins to pull me away from the door when I’m
hit with the realization that yes, his mouth is capable of a lot. But what his
mouth has failed to do is respond to everything I told him upstairs.
For all I know, I’ve just given in. I’m giving him what he wants: a onenight
stand. And that’s the last thing he deserves right now.
I pull my mouth from his and push on his shoulders. “Put me down.”
He keeps walking toward his bed, so I say it again. “Ryle, put me down
right now.”
He stops walking and lowers me to the floor. I have to back away and
face the other direction to gather my thoughts. Looking at him while I still
feel his lips on mine is more than I can deal with right now.
I feel his arms go around my waist, and he rests his head on my
shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. He turns me around and brings a hand
up to my face and brushes his thumb across my cheek. “It’s my turn now,
okay?”
I don’t respond to his touch. I keep my arms folded across my chest and
wait to hear what he has to say before I allow myself to respond to his
touch.
“I had that picture made the day after I took it,” he says. “It’s been in
my apartment for months now, because you were the most beautiful thing
I’d ever seen and I wanted to look at it every single day.”
Oh.
“And that night I showed up at your door? I went searching for you
because no one in the history of my life has ever crawled under my skin
and refused to leave like you did. I didn’t know how to handle it. And the
reason I sent you flowers this week is because I am really, really proud of
you for following your dream. But if I sent you flowers every time I’ve had
the urge to send you flowers, you wouldn’t even be able to fit inside your
apartment. Because that’s how much I think about you. And yes, Lily.
You’re right. I’m hurting you, but I’m hurting, too. And until tonight . . . I
didn’t know why.”
I have no idea how I even possibly find the strength to speak after that.
“Why are you hurting?”
He drops his forehead to mine and says, “Because. I have no idea what
I’m doing. You make me want to be a different person, but what if I don’t