Page 117 of Claim Me
A symbol of… what he lost?
Blue doesn’t move.
The feed holds steady, focused on that image like it’s the only thing in the room that matters.
And maybe, for him, it is.
I don’t touch the keyboard, feeling fuckingstupid. And wrong. This is an intimate moment, him looking at himself from before they took part of his body, the part that would have made him a fertile omega…
And I broke into it.
What a bastard I am.
Is this really the only way I can get to know him better, to slip through the tiny opening that might lead me closer to him?
But it’s wrong to the core, a violation of his privacy.
My head starts to pulse from the whole dilemma: be a good person or… gain something.
Well, even if it makes me a bad person, I want to believe the reward will be worth the crime.
I just want to crack the Blue code.
I need this.
I could live for this.
No, no…
Patience, Gabriel.
???
That night, I can’t sleep. I’m wrestling with my conscience, with myself, and with the awareness that I’ll probably end up back in prison sooner or later, because I know my awakened feelings for Blue won’t just fade into nothing, and sooner or later I’ll cross that invisible line he set again.
Paradoxically, maybe that would be for the best?
Would I really survive ten years beside him, separated by thousands of miles while still being so painfully close? I doubt it.
Maybe it would be easier to burn out like a meteor tearing through the atmosphere. I can almost feel myself slowly catching fire.
Eventually, I get up.
It’s 2:30 am.
I move through the corridors and step outside into Blue’s rooftop garden.
Of course, my gaze goes straight to the pool. It’s cold, but I feel like I have to do this, because there’s a wildfire raging inside me. I strip and jump in completely naked, hitting the water with a loud splash.
And suddenly… calm.
I’m surrounded by turquoise light, the pool lighting almost unreal, almost magical. I sink under the surface, eyes open, my body floating in the glow.
What am I supposed to do?
How long am I supposed to wait? When should I tell him I can’t do this anymore, or maybe never tell him and just leave? Well, I mean, call theprison guys.
When I told Marcel, everything fell apart.
