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I give him a weak smile. “Yeah, my bad.”
He stands up in a sudden move, his chair toppling backward with a large crash.
People turn to look in our direction, and he looks sheepish, muttering an apology as he rights the chair. “Let me drive you home.”
I nod, not in any mood to walk anywhere.
I dig in my purse, but he shakes his head. “I got this. Don’t worry. Why don’t you go wait by the car?”
I want to protest, but I also want to leave this place.
I want to close my eyes and rest.
I want to think of how to get to Roy without pissing him off.
I want the police to be more helpful than simply telling me that they are doing all they can, with that derisive smirk on their faces.
Shrugging on my jacket, I quickly walk out and go to stand beside the silver convertible. This car is Seth’s pride and joy. He bought it used and fixed it up himself.
I can see my reflection in it, and then tighten my hood as the snow starts falling around me.
It is dark outside, and I jump when I hear a noise nearby.
My pulse racing and mouth dry, I quickly turn around to see a couple walking by.
Rubbing my arms to get rid of the goosebumps, I have a niggling feeling that the encounter with the jeering Dominic and his friends hasn’t left me entirely unscathed.
Wishing that Seth would hurry up, I shiver, my back to the car, my eyes following the few people that are scurrying out of the sudden snow.
I am jumping at every shadow.
Fergus told me that it would take time for the drugs to completely flush out of my system. Maybe that is the actual reason I am feeling so jittery.
It is nearing eight in the evening.
If I had been feeling like myself, or even remotely human, I would have gone home, changed, and gone to the bar.
But I don’t want to see Fergus.
I can still remember the way his hands gripped my hair, and his mouth slid over mine. The hot, wet sensations still linger over my lips, and my mouth trembles.
I never met somebody who made me feel like this.
His presence is intoxicating, especially when he drops that charming veneer, and his Irish accent thickens. Every time his accent becomes more pronounced, it makes me clench my legs together. I have never met a man who made me so wanton, although I try my best to hide it.
> It is absolutely embarrassing!
I didn’t mean to push him, today, in the kitchen, but I couldn’t help myself from teasing him, more so when he fidgeted like that. Most of my teasing was to cover up my confused feelings of attraction.
And then I pushed him too far.
My cold fingers go to my lips.
When he kissed me like that in retaliation, I melted, my mind going blank. I have been kissed a few times, but never like that; never with this wildness.
“Hey, what’re you daydreaming about?”
Seth’s voice breaks into my thoughts, and I blink, my cheeks red. “Nothing, just cold.”
