Macdarrow "Forget you ever met me."
After months of bliss, her words felt like a cold slap across the face.”Forget I met you?” Dillon repeated, his eyes narrowing. “How the hell am I supposed to forget I ever met you. It doesn’t work that way, Brynna!” He grasped her shoulders, his gaze unwavering as he looked her in the eye. Of course he understood where she was coming from; if it was possible to forget, nothing would have been easier. But she as imprinted on his mind, the subject of his every thought. She’d become everything to you. “Who gives a fuck what they say? Who gives a fuck if we’re not supposed to be together?” He let out a loud sigh of frustration. This was some sort of Romeo and Juliet shit that he could hardly understand. “If you want me to forget about you, I promise I’ll never see you again. But don’t do it for them.”