You fall into bed with Jacob. Both of you know this isn’t what he’s really looking for, but you don’t want to stop him if he isn’t going to stop himself. You don’t mind being his rebound. You don’t mind just being a stand-in for misplaced feelings right now. A bandage for his broken heart. You brush your fingers along his cheek, gazing at him. He’s beautiful… You want him to know that. You kiss him and hate the sparks that ignite through your chest. The feeling of wanting to fall into him, like some dark abyss you’ll never return from. You wrap your arms around him, pull him close. He’s all too willing to let you. Your beautiful broken boy. You hate how blinded by Emma he is, how even now he clings to the thought of her. You want to be his, want even a fraction of the love he has for her. You run your hands over his chest, whisper his name against his lips. Maybe this time he won’t go crawling back to her. Maybe this time he’ll be yours…
