Page 46 of Toxic Kiss

“Next time, Butterfly…move.”

“Stop fucking calling me that,” Haven shouts, but she doesn’t move to chase me down.

“Let’s go,” I say instead of acknowledging her comment, and head for the door with Haven’s scent still firmly in my nose.

Fuck I want her.

chapter

fifteen

“I thought I had more time to fix it. Turns out time isn’t something you get back.” - Haven

CYRUS

The concert goes forty minutes longer than planned. I’m so tired that I ignore Declan calling my name as I stumble past the VIP section and barely make it to the suite. Haven follows me, my little shadow but doesn’t touch me.

We don’t speak until we reach my bedroom. I turn to look at her and try to summon my normal sarcasm.

“You want to come in? If you do, the rule is no clothes allowed.”

“Cy, are you okay?”

She always does this. Ignores my snarky comments and cuts right to the core.

“I’m fine.”

Stepping into my room, I turn to close the door. Haven is right there, like she is going to follow me.

“What do you think you’re doing,” I ask, glaring down at her.

“I’m making sure you’re alright. You look like you’re about to pass out. I don’t need you falling and hitting your head or something.”

“I told you, I’m fine. I don’t need a babysitter. You’re not my girlfriend or mother, and if you come in here, then I really will fuck you. So, stay the hell out unless you want me to make you scream as you come all over my cock. Got it?”

Her cheeks turn red, but she doesn’t move.

“That’s what I thought.”

Flicking my wrist, I slam the door in her face before I lock it, then slip into the bathroom.

I barely remember showering or getting into bed, but that doesn’t stop me from waking up at 3:33 a.m. like clockwork.

Fucking witching hour.

Sitting up, I’m thankful that there is no headache. I grab my bag and reach in for my songbook, but my fingers skim over Haven’s journal. I shouldn’t keep reading it, but I have a long history of doing things I shouldn’t.

Pulling it out, I arrange my pillows and turn on the lamp beside the bed. I can see my reflection in the mirror as I settle back and don’t dare stare at myself too long. There are far too many demons in my eyes that I have no interest in tackling this early in the morning. If ever.

Opening the journal, I flip to where I left off. Of course, it’s about that fucking night. The one night I wish I could go back and change.

Haven’s Journal Entry – Patrick’s 18th Birthday

Today is supposed to be a day of celebration. Instead, I’ve been staring at the wrapped gift on my desk for an hour, crying my eyes out.

My friendship with Patrick has been deteriorating slowly, and I’ve been in denial for the last four years. His birthday party is at my father’s beach house, and I didn’t get an invitation. That says it all. I mean, yes, Cyrus probably sent out the invites, but it’s not a surprise party, and Patrick could’ve made sure that I was on the list.

But I don’t care about an invite right now. I am going to that damn party tonight. I’m fighting for my friendship because I’m not letting Cyrus win, again. I’m tired of him coming between Patrick and me.