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"No, not until you've heard me out."
"Not interested. You need to stay away from me." She pulls her arm free.
My need to reach for her again is almost too strong to ignore, but I refuse to be like him, dragging her around like a ragdoll. Instead, I allow her to think I've let her go before quickly collecting up my books and following her out of the classroom.
I hang well back as she makes her way across campus. She must think she's lost me, because at no point does she look back to see if I'm following her. Instead, she keeps her head down and walks as fast as her little legs will carry her. I wonder who she's running from—me, or Cade. Either could be possible.
Mia leads me straight to her dorm building, and I hang back as she lets herself in and turns toward the stairwell, leaving me just enough time to slip in unnoticed behind her.
She's still totally oblivious to me as I step up behind her, and when she pushes her door open, I press my front to her back and wrap my hand around her mouth to stop her from screaming.
"You can't escape me that easily," I breathe in her ear, and I swear she relaxes against me as I kick the door closed, cutting us off from the rest of the campus.
6
Mia
“Bexley, what the he—” My breath whooshes from my lungs as he spins me around and presses me up against the wall, sealing his hand completely over my mouth.
“You’re with him?” he spits. “But what I can’t figure out is if you were trying to use me to get back at him for something, or whether you’re both trying to fuck me over.”
“It isn’t like that.” My words are smothered by his warm palm.
“Sorry, what was that? I can’t hear you.” His eyes darken, anger swirling in his icy depths.
He slightly loosens his grip, and I manage to choke out, “Fuck you.”
“That can be arranged.” He presses his big, ripped body against the length of mine, erasing every inch of space. “After all, you were begging for it at the party. I had my fingers inside you, remember? I felt how wet you were, how much you wanted me.” His hand slides to my throat, and his tongue darts out to taste my lips. “Are you wet now, Mia?”
A violent tremor rips through me. This Bexley isn’t the guy I met at the lake. He’s different. Angry and cruel.
And yet, I can’t deny the flash of heat that pulses through me.
“You can’t say that to me.” I let out an indignant huff.
“Why not? Because you’re his girl?”
“Why do you care?” I cry. “You pulled away, not me. I was there, I was right there, and you rejected me.”
Tears spill from my eyes without permission, but the lock on all the anger and frustration that has been building inside me finally bursts wide open. “I was willing to give you everything,” my voice shakes, “and you made your choice.”
Bexley releases me like I’ve burned him and staggers back. “Fuck,” he roars. “FUCK!”
The whole moment is bizarre. We don’t know each other, not really. But I felt something at the party that night. Something real. It’s still there, simmering between us, crackling in the air.
“Why?” He snarls the word, dragging his fingers through his hair. “Why play me like that?”
“I didn’t… I wasn’t…” Crap. I don’t know what to say. It’s not like I can tell him the truth.
Can I?
You know you can’t.
So I go with the only truth I can admit. “I just wanted to feel something normal.”
“Normal? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he sneers. “Doesn’t Kingsley get you off or something?”
I suck in a sharp breath at his crude insinuation, and Bexley notices. His brows bunch together as he studies me.
