Because I want you for myself.
“Because…because…” He fought for words. “Because you have become my friend. And I wish for your happiness. He will not be a good husband to you, Lucy.”
“Why not?” Her voice was low, hollow, and heartbreakingly unlike her.
“He…” Dear God, how did he say it? Would she even understand what he meant?
“He doesn’t…” He swallowed. There had to be a gentle way to say it. “He doesn’t…Some people…”
He looked at her. Her lower lip was quivering.
“He prefers men,” he said, getting the words out as quickly as he was able. “To women. Some men a
re like that.”
And then he waited. For the longest moment she made no reaction, just stood there like a tragic statue. Every now and then she would blink, but beyond that, nothing. And then finally—
“Why?”
Why? He didn’t understand. “Why is he—”
“No,” she said forcefully. “Why did you tell me? Why would you say it?”
“I told you—”
“No, you didn’t do it to be kind. Why did you tell me? Was it just to be cruel? To make me feel the way you feel, because Hermione married my brother and not you?”
“No!” The word burst out of him, and he was holding her, his hands wrapped around her upper arms. “No, Lucy,” he said again. “I would never. I want you to be happy. I want…”
Her. He wanted her, and he didn’t know how to say it. Not then, not when she was looking at him as if he’d broken her heart.
“I could have been happy with him,” she whispered.
“No. No, you couldn’t. You don’t understand, he—”
“Yes, I could,” she cried out. “Maybe I wouldn’t have loved him, but I could have been happy. It was what I expected. Do you understand, it was what I was prepared for. And you…you…” She wrenched herself away, turning until he could no longer see her face. “You ruined it.”
“How?”
She raised her eyes to his, and the look in them was so stark, so deep, he could not breathe. And she said, “Because you made me want you instead.”
His heart slammed in his chest. “Lucy,” he said, because he could not say anything else. “Lucy.”
“I don’t know what to do,” she confessed.
“Kiss me.” He took her face in his hands. “Just kiss me.”
This time, when he kissed her, it was different. She was the same woman in his arms, but he was not the same man. His need for her was deeper, more elemental.
He loved her.
He kissed her with everything he had, every breath, every last beat of his heart. His lips found her cheek, her brow, her ears, and all the while, he whispered her name like a prayer—
Lucy Lucy Lucy.
He wanted her. He needed her.
She was like air.