Fuck, she’s fast in those heels.
By the time I’m walking closer behind her, she’s rambling about how this is all my fault. For the most part it’s cute; watching her ramble and get flustered as he talks with her hands, stomping around like a child.
“Trust Evan Branson to get us lost in the middle of nowhere as he breaks my GPS. All I want is a fun night out, but someone has to go mess it upagain,” she says, turning towards me quickly before continuing to walk deeper into the woods. I pick up the pace and I’m in front of her now, seeing how far she’s willing to go until we get lost again. “And becauseI’mthe stupid one, I let him drive my car.”
Yeah, no.
We’re not doing that.
I turn to her. Her outfit is drenched, sticking to her and her hair is soaking, her loose curls more defined as it drips onto her dress, looking blacker instead of dark brown and it’s falling crazily on her face.
I grip onto her shoulders as she continues to talk about how I messed everything up, shaking her lightly as raindrops pour down my face.
“Can you stop talking for two seconds and let me think?!”
She blinks at me. “You don’t have to shout at me!”
“I’m not shouting,” I say back. I’m definitely shouting now. “Can you just let me think?Please?”
She stares at me again, her mouth parted as the rain streams down her face. Slowly, she nods, and I turn my back to her, running my hand down my face. Fuck. How did I let this happen? I shouldn’t have let this happen. The woods are thick and muddy, it won’t stop raining and this girl keeps looking at me like she’s three seconds away from ripping my head off.
I turn back to Scarlett with no plan other than to get us back to the car and figure it out from there. She’s not looking at me, her eyes are focused on the ground and from the practised way I can see her shoulders rising and falling, I can tell she’s forcing herself to calm down, a technique I know all too well.
I inch closer towards her, reaching out my hand. “Hey, Scarlett. Look, we can-”
She slaps my hand away. “Don’t ‘Hey, Scarlett’ me, you dimwit!” she mocks as she pushes me in the chest. Hard. “You got us lost.” She pushes me again. “In the middle of fucking nowhere.” She pushes me again. “My shoes are ruined and I’m going to miss the whole event because…” She jabs a finger into my chest. “Of.” Another jab. “You.”
This time I force myself to breathe because she looks like she’s going to cry, and I don’t know what I would do if she cried right now. If I tried to comfort her in any way, she’d probably come straight for my dick.
“Let me carry you,” I say, the words out of my mouth before I can even register it.
“No.”
“Comeon, Angel,” I press.
“No.”
I sigh. “You’re pissed as it is, and I just want to go. So let me carry you, salvage your shoes and leave so we can get on with our day.”
“You’re right. Iampissed, but I don’t want you to carry me,” she retorts, throwing her hands up. God, she’s so stubborn. She turns back around, heading towards the car finally. I run my hand through my hair, feeling how soaked it is as I follow after her.
I didn’t realise how far out we were until we walked in angry silence for ten minutes and the car was still far away. She’s talking to herself again, sounding like an evil genius. Honestly, I want to laugh, but I don’t see how that will help our situation. I almost fall straight into her when she comes to halt and screeches.
“Jesus. What is it?” I ask, peering over her. She’s kneeling over now, hopping in the mud, holding onto her right ankle. “Hey. What’s wrong?”
“I think I twisted my ankle,” she groans, shaking her ankle out.It was about time.She places it down but the second it touches the muddy grass, she winces.
“You gonna let me carry you now, Angel?” I ask. She looks up at me, rain streaming between her brown eyes and she nods. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s something. I crouch down in front of her, already at peace with the fact my shoes and pants are ruined. “Get on my back.”
She huffs, mumbling about how this is the last thing she wants to do, but slowly, she eases her thighs around me until I can feel hereverywhere.
Even though we’re both soaked with rain, her skin is still warm as she wraps her arms around my neck and settles her thighs around my back. We’redefinitelycrossing some sort of invisible line here, but I need us back in the car and away from these cursed woods.
“You good?” I ask, starting to bring myself up from the ground. She tightens her arms across my neck, linking her hands together.
“Never been better,” she mutters into my neck, and I shiver. As I stand, I instantly grip the underside of her thighs, securing her on to me as best as I can. Her skin is just so…soft. I fucking hate it. Actually, no. I don’t hate it. I just hate the way it makes me feel so out of control of my own body and mind. She’s not even doing anything and it’s messing with me. How is that even possible?
I managed to walk us to the car, trying so hard not to focus on the way that nearly every part of her was touching me. Having her touch me like that was just maddening. Thrilling.
