I stare at my Little, disbelief laden on my face. Slowly, I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands finding my lips. “Little, I had no idea. I’m so, so sorry.” I glance up at her, trying to make her believe me. “I swear, I didn’t know. I know it’s no excuse, but I didn’t. I would never hurt you, Little.”

She looks like she’s going to yell again, but instead she sighs, running her hands through her hair before falling down to sit next to me. “I’m sorry, Big. I didn’t mean to come scream at you. I came to see if you were okay. But then I saw Adam and…” She shakes her head. “I don’t know, I just snapped.”

We both sit there for a moment, silent but for the soft buzz of the bathroom light. I think her words over, letting them sink in. Had I really been so selfish that I couldn’t see Cassie falling for Adam? What else have I missed?

Finally, Cassie turns to me, her eyes softer now. “Listen, I love you, I do. I’m not mad at you. I’m just… frustrated.” She smiles a small smile. “The you I’ve seen this semester? It isn’t my Big. My Big is fearless, hardcore, unbeatable. When Erin brought up this stupid plan of hers, I was so sure you’d turn it down. But then you didn’t, and then things just got crazier and crazier. It was all we ever talked about and I just watched as it slowly tore you apart. And you know what? I’m glad Erin told Kip tonight.”

My eyes jump to hers. “What? Why?”

“Because.” She stands, facing me. “Now it’s done and over with. He knows what happened, you’re no longer playing this stupid game, and you can finally move forward. And so can Erin.” She pauses. “And Adam, too. We all can.”

I chew my lip. “There’s one issue with that theory,” I point out. “Kip ran away from me tonight. He’s done, he knows everything now. He’s never going to talk to me again and I don’t blame him.”

My Little smiles, shaking her head and pulling me up to stand with her. “Damn, is the sad, deflated Skyler still hanging around? I thought my old Big was back. Because my old Big would know that she didn’t lose anyone, especially not Kip.” I eye her curiously as she continues. “So what if you played a stupid game? Like you told Erin, everything between you and Kip was real. Do you still believe that?”

I nod.

“Do you think he believes that?”

I start to shake my head but stop, moving from chewing my lip to the inside of my cheek, but then stop. I know Kip is hurt, I know he’s upset, but I know he feels what I feel. He has to know that every word, every touch between us was real. Is real.

“Yes.”

Little smiles, releasing my hands and gesturing toward the door. “Then go find him and talk to him. Stop running from this secret, from this stupid game. Explain what happened and then move on. If you do, everyone else can, too. Make him understand. Show him how you really feel.” She pauses, shrugging. “Something tells me you won’t have to try very hard. I see the way he looks at you. He isn’t done, Skyler. He’s not going anywhere. Don’t give up on him. Have faith.”

Her words weigh in on me, squeezing my chest as I fight against another wave of tears. I have no idea if he will believe me, if he’ll even listen to me, but I can’t walk away knowing I didn’t at least try.

Without another word, I fly out the door and down the hall, my feet carrying me fast as I weave in and out of the small groups of people gathered. I pass Clinton and he calls out for me but I keep running, my heart pounding in my ears. Each thump drills it into me more.

I can’t lose him.

I won’t lose him.

Before I can stop myself, I slam into Kade, knocking us both off balance. My eyes are wild, my breathing frantic. He doesn’t even ask, he just points.

“He went up to the top deck. He’s a mess, Skyler. He wouldn’t listen to anything I said.”

I swallow, nodding before taking off again. My legs are weak, the tears still drying on my face as I sprint through the ship and up the stairs four decks to the top. When I reach the top floor, I run even harder, my ribs aching, my chest moving rapidly as my legs pump faster and faster. The wind whips my hair around wildly, the moonlight casting an eerie glow on the water. I have no idea what I’m going to say when I reach him, words won’t form in my head. All I know is I have to find him, I have to explain.

I won’t lose him.

I can’t lose him.

This game ends tonight.

The brisk wind on the top deck of the ship does nothing to cool my hot skin. My body is desperately trying to move air in and out of my lungs but it seems to hover instead, filling my chest with an excruciating tightness. My forearms are resting on the railing, my fists clenching and loosening methodically as I stare out at the stream of light casted on the water from the moon. It’s beautiful right now, cool but not cold, clear sky, stars everywhere. And yet, it might as well be raining. Storming. Hurricaning.

I’m fucking pissed.

I’ve played games with girls before. Hell, every relationship I’ve had has all been part of the game. But Skyler was different… is different. Or so I thought. Everything between us has been real, non-scripted, not perfect but perfect to me.

But she played me.

Even worse, she played me at the command of my fucking ex.

None of it was real and I know I have no right to be pissed off or hurt but goddamn it I’m both. Here I am, giving up everything I’ve ever wanted, risking the relationship with my father thinking maybe Skyler is worth it. No, knowing she is.

What a fucking idiot I am.

Leaning over the railing, I push air from my chest and try counting backward.

Ten… nine…

Fuck!

Frustrated, I run my hands through my hair just as I hear footsteps approaching from behind. I turn and once again, my breath is locked in place, making me want to scream to force it out and be able to breathe again.

Skyler is running.

Straight toward me.

Shaking my head, I turn back toward the water and rest my arms on the railing, preparing myself to be cold. Preparing myself to shut down. I know the power Skyler wields over me and I’m not stupid enough to think I can stand my ground while looking into those fucking ocean eyes of hers.

Her footsteps slow as she reaches me until she’s no longer moving but I know she’s there. Her breaths are loud and ragged and the air around us is so fucking heavy I feel like we might both die from the pressure. I know she’s waiting for me to turn around, but I refuse, angling my head even further from her view.

“Kip, please, let me explain.”

I laugh, which is exactly the opposite reaction of what I feel like I should be having. If anything, I feel closer to a punch or maybe even a cry, but laugh? No, not even close to what I feel. But nevertheless, a laugh escapes my throat and I shake my head.

“Don’t bother, Skyler,” I say the words low, but firm. “You played your game and you played it really fucking well. Are you sure you’re sold on the poker world? Because with the performance you gave, I think you might want to move to Hollywood.”

It’s silent for just a small second before Skyler huffs and grabs my arm, pulling me around to face her. I could shrug her off if I wanted to, but I let her turn me, I let her force me to face her because I’ve decided I want her to see what she’s done.

“Okay, you’re mad,” she assesses, taking in my features. “And you deserve to be. But don’t you dare treat me like that. You’re going to let me explain myself and you’re not going to say a word until I finish and then you can make up your mind about me.”

“I don’t have to –”

“Damn it, Kip!” Skyler’s voice is louder than I’ve ever heard it, a desperate high pitch when she says my name. “Let me fight for you! If you don’t want me after you hear me out, I’ll let you go.” She swallows those last words, her eyes shifting and my heart aches at the thought even though I know it’s what I have to do. “But I’m not going to do that until I know I’ve fought to keep you.”