“Well, if your plans get boring,” Heather said with a shrug, “you know where we’ll be.”
Heather walked off, and I didn’t even have a second to think before Mackenzie turned on her heel and walked towards our room without waiting for me. My stomach dropped.
“Trouble, wait?—”
“You flirted back with her.” Her voice was sharp, clipped.
“I did not!” I hated how pathetic I sounded.
“You just stood there and let her touch you like she wasn’t two seconds from sucking your dick?”
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes burning. She looked furious, but underneath it, hurt. That gutted me more than her anger ever could.
We had finally broken through to each other, and I had fucked it up.
I stepped forward. She stepped back. My chest hurt. Like, really fucking hurt when she did that.
“Trouble, listen, I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I didn’t even realize she was flirting.”
Her jaw set, hard. Resolve was written all over her.
“You know what? I have no reason to feel this way. I told you. You can screw whoever you want outside of our appearances.” She tugged her braid loose, her brown hair spilling over her shoulders in waves. It was cruel, how beautiful she looked while she cut me open. “Go ahead. Don’t let me stop you. Thank you for the kiss. You did your job for today.”
Rage ripped through me.
“Are youfuckingserious right now?” My voice snapped sharply, angrier than I meant. But I couldn’t reel it back.
She wouldn’t look at me. She just stood there with her arms crossed, acting like she hadn’t gutted me.
She was a fucking butcher. Ripping me open vertebrae by vertebrae with every single word.
“Fuck, Trouble.” I dragged a hand through my hair, pacing the room before whipping back to face her. “You really think I want Heather? You think I care about anyone else after that kiss?”
Her jaw tightened. That silence was enough.
“You want me to fuck whoever I want?” I stepped in close, my voice low. “Repeat it. Say it like you mean it.”
Her eyes snapped to mine then, wide. But she stayed silent.
“I’m not touching Heather. Or anyone else. Not because I’m some good guy or because I give a fuck about your stupid rules. I won’t because Ican’t.I’m locked in. To you. Only you. You’re fuckingmine.I’m yours.”
I let the words cut between us.
Her arms crossed tighter across her chest, like she was holding herself together, but her voice cracked. “She wants you.She had her hands all over you. She can probably give you what you want. She’s more… experienced.”
My jaw dropped open. This girl was delusional as fuck if she thought I wanted anyone else but her. I was obsessed with her. I was fucking hacking into her cell phone and becoming a raging lunatic just to benearher.
She turned, moving into our bedroom, and I closed the door as soon as we both walked through the threshold.
Within seconds, I had her pinned against the wall, grabbing her waist to keep her from falling over.
My heart was beating a mile a minute.
“I’m going to say this one more time, and I’m never repeating it after this, okay? I don’t want Heather. The only person I want is you. Stop being so fucking stubborn.”
She looked at me like she wanted to claw my skin off or climb inside it. I could see the battle in her eyes. She wanted to tell me to fuck off, to go screw myself, but her body was telling me something else.
“I can smell how wet you are,” I whispered in her ear. “You know you want me, too.”
