#Chapter 325 – Finally. Finally.

I cry out as I’m pulled backwards – surprised more than hurt – and suddenly I’m pressed against him in the pouring rain. Roger holds me tight, one hand around my upper arm, the other wrapped firmly around me, pressing my body to his – And the feel of him, of his skin hot against my own – my towel is gone, I have no idea where – I cry harder at the feel of him and rest my forehead against his chest, because I know I can’t have it – I can’t – “Cora!” Roger shouts, above the wind and the rain. “What – Cora! What the hell are you doing?!” “I can’t!” I sob. “I can’t do this, Roger! I can’t be with you like this, not if you’ll…you’ll never love me! I can’t have you in half measures!” I look up at him then, into his face, realizing the truth of it in that moment. “I can’t do this if you can’t take me for who I am! Human! Broken! Complicated, difficult! Confused, and jealous, and mad pretty much all the time! If you can’t take me like that,” I shout, begging now, “then let me go,