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But I like it.
I’m so close to exploding.
I want to touch him, kiss him, feel him. Drown myself in Brandon until he possesses every thread of my existence.
Taking the risk, I lift my hand to caress his face.
Brandon recoils and swiftly releases my neck before I succeed.
No!
I slither to the carpet as he backs away, leaving me unfinished and aching between my thighs. I cough amid my heavy breathing.
While massaging my throat, I look up at him.
His chest rises and falls intensely.
Regret covers his features.
Brandon shuffles to the door, unlocks it, and storms out of the room.
I sit there on the carpet, at a loss.
Several minutes go by, and still, Brandon doesn’t return.
When darkness starts to occupy the room, Eric appears in the doorway. “Uh, Bran asked me to take you home.”
A sinkhole forms in my stomach. “He didn’t have to call you because he can’t face me. I’ll find my way.”
“He thinks he’s hurt you.” Worry consumes his hazel eyes. “Did he?” He searches my appearance for the evidence.
“No,” I mutter and push up from the carpet. Though, my throat feels a little hoarse from Brandon’s grip.
“Come on,” Eric says with a wave. “Let me drive you home.”
“Fine.”
He walks away, and I step out of the room, combing the living area for Brandon as we head towards the door. I guess he fled to the main house, putting as much space between us as possible.
When I reach Eric’s SUV, I find my backpack on the passenger seat. I hop in and place it on my lap.
Chills dribble down my spine as I recall the scorching moment and how needy it left me.
I should have been terrified of Brandon’s animal-like behavior and the vigorous way he fondled me. But I’m only hurt that he bolted from my touch.
“In the years I’ve known him,” Eric starts a few minutes into the ride, “he’s never dated anyone. It was always the one thing he wouldn’t risk doing. Everyone’s afraid of him, while Brandon is afraid of himself.”
“What happened to him?” I ask, sure Brandon experienced trauma that pushed him to that place.
“Honestly, I don’t know, Kayla. The Deckers moved here when the twins were fourteen. Bran never told me. Regardless, it’s not my place to discuss it with you. Just know that he doesn’t mean to hurt you.”
I turn my head and peer out the window, rubbing my neck again from the phantom feel of Brandon’s grasp. Gosh, I want him to touch me again.
By the time we arrive at my house, it’s darker out.
“Thanks,” I say to Eric and open the door.
“He cares about you, Kayla.” His words stop me from leaving the car. “It’s been growing since you intervened with Christian in the garden.” He pauses and chuckles softly. “That day he took the paper off your shirt and kept you from reading it, he was so pissed he couldn’t find out who did it.”
